a season

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

-robert frost

under the sea!!!!!

Every little girl loves The Little Mermaid. It doesn't matter if shes a tomboy or the girliest little girl on the planet. I'm even tempted to say its in most little boys top ten favorite Disney movies, even if they may not admit it. I know it took my brothers about hmmm 20 years to come out of that closet. But anyways, I know I loved the little mermaid and I was the biggest tomboy you could imagine. Aerial and I though, were best buds. I had her swimsuit, her bath towel, her sheets. And, even though I never wore him around, I had flounder all over my bathroom and in my room. I loved the whole under the sea crew. But speaking of under the sea, however well-known that soundtrack is, the most well known and liked song of that entire movie is "Under the Sea," hands down. Everyone knows the words, or a lot of them. And it doesn't matter who you are, when it comes on, you want to sing along. Its like an 80's song at a dance club. Like Jessee's girl, or Billy Jean. Everyone sings and dances when it comes on! Its so upbeat and fun its hard not too!

where's george?

When I was little I used to love collecting anything and everything. Off the top of my head I recall collecting stickers, rocks, leaves, sharks teeth, national geographic magazines and money. My favorites? Rocks(for sure) and money.
Luckily I've grown out of much of my collecting phase, but I still collect money. No, not U.S. money (we all try to do that) but different currencies. I have a whole container (a little mailbox that I got from my teacher when I was in first grade) full of all sorts of coins and bills that either my friends or brothers have brought back for me or I have found and saved. I've got, US dollars (a $2 bill that my grandmother saved for me...she thinks it'll be worth big bucks one day), Canadian dollars, Australian dollars, euros, franks, cordobas, pesos, colones, bahts, rupees, etc. I don't know why, but I love thumbing through those bills. Its so interesting not just to see how different they all are in their design, but also to feel how weathered many of them are compared to others. Whenever I flip through my collection I can't help but wonder where each bill has been. How many people have come in contact with it? What has it purchased? Where has it gone? So i was thinking about this the other day and decided to search "tracking bills" online. It brought me to Where's George.com. You can track dollar bills! I thought it was really cool, so I registered and entered a serial number of a bill. If i had the number I would give it, but either way try it out!
http://www.wheresgeorge.com/

you don't like cookies?

How can someone dislike cookies? I don't understand it! I was walking with my friend the other day I dont even really remember what we were talking about, except that during our conversation she told me that she didn't like cookies. WHAT. Cookies. Of all things. Its one thing to not like chocolate (even though I don't understand that at all either) or nuts, or..well pretty much anything. but COOKIES? I feel like when someone says that they're automatically missing out...or sad. Cookies are so happy! Off the top of my head I can't even remember being unhappy eating a cookie, and even if I was unhappy, I was eating the cookie to get happy again (if that not unhealthy I don't know what is). And plus cookies come in any and every flavor with almost any and evey topping. You can eat them with ice cream or cake of put them in shakes or dip them in milk...they can taste like anything you want them too. How can you dislike them in general. It confuses me. But hey whatever floats your boat.

guns in schools?

At all public universities in Utah, students and professors alike are permitted by law to carry firearms to class. Despite opinions of fellow peers, many students carry guns as a safety precaution, so as not to become victims of shootouts. Interviewees claim they feel less safe, but laws allowing guns at schools prevail.
This is one of the most absurd laws of which I have ever heard. As a student, would you really feel safer knowing that the stranger next to you has a fully loaded gun under his shirt, even though you might as well? This reminds me of a short story I read in high school by Nadine Gordimer.
The story is called "Once Upon a Time." Choosing this title and continuously using the phrase "happily ever after", Gordimer proposes the idea of a fairy tale, but as one reads the story it becomes evident that it is anything but. The anecdote begins by introducing a somewhat nuclear family living in a somewhat stable pleasant suburb. Although the family was almost completely convinced of there safety, an ominous warning was constantly given to them by "the witch," not to let people in off the streets. The wife convinces the husband to purchase an alarm system. After the system was installed, the witch gives another warning. Accordingly, the family orders bars on all the doors and windows of their house. So from every window and door in the house where they were living happily ever after they now saw the trees and sky through bars, and when the little boy's pet cat tried to climb in by the fanlight to keep him company in his little bed at night, as it customarily had done, it set off the alarm keening through the house. Again the witch gives a warning, and word of robberies flooded the neighborhood so the family built a wall with an electric gate around their house. When the man and wife and little boy took the pet dog for its walk round the neighborhood streets they no longer paused to admire this show of roses or that perfect lawn; these were hidden behind an array of different varieties of security fences, walls and devices. The man, wife, little boy and dog passed a remarkable choice: there was the low-cost option of pieces of broken glass embedded in cement along the top of walls, there were iron grilles ending in lance-points, there were attempts at reconciling the aesthetics of prison architecture with the Spanish Villa style (spikes painted pink) and with the plaster urns of neoclassical facades (twelve-inch pikes finned like zigzags of lightning and painted pure white). The family chose the most practical suggestion. It consisted of a continuous coil of stiff and shining metal serrated into jagged blades, so that there would be no way of climbing over it and no way through its tunnel without getting entangled in its fangs. There would be no way out, only a struggle getting bloodier and bloodier, a deeper and sharper hooking and tearing of flesh. The wife shuddered to look at it. You're right, said the husband, anyone would think twice...
One evening, the mother read the little boy to sleep with a fairy story from the book the wise old witch had given him at Christmas. Next day he pretended to be the Prince who braves the terrible thicket of thorns to enter the palace and kiss the Sleeping Beauty back to life: he dragged a ladder to the wall, the shining coiled tunnel was just wide enough for his little body to creep in, and with the first fixing of its razor-teeth in his knees and hands and head he screamed and struggled deeper into its tangle. The trusted housemaid and the itinerant gardener, whose "day" it was, came running, the first to see and to scream with him, and the itinerant gardener tore his hands trying to get at the little boy. Then the man and his wife burst wildly into the garden and for some reason (the cat, probably) the alarm set up wailing against the screams while the bleeding mass of the little boy was hacked out of the security coil with saws, wire-cutters, choppers, and they carried it—the man, the wife, the hysterical trusted housemaid and the weeping gardener—into the house.

The message of the story is clear. Do we really lead better lives if we protect ourselves entirely from all the potential dangers of the world, or do we become caged, imprisoned by our own fears? The lawful presence of firearms in universities, not only presents more opportunities for incidents to occur such as the one at Virignia Tech, but it creates an entirely different atmosphere on campus and in the classroom.

musica

I'm so excited I finally know how to post playlists! Take the time to listen! Most of you will probably know or at least be familiar with a lot of them, but either way you should listen.

some artists to get to know: Jurassic 5(one of the best rap groups out there) Bonobo (all there songs are pretty good) Atmosphere(I'm not too familiar with them, but Godlovesugly is good) sia (she just came out with a new cd, some tracks are pretty good but i like her older ones better) The Jayhawks!(i love this group) but all the songs are good so check them out!
these are some of my favorite ones:




okay i'm stopping, but the rest are good too.

the french laundry

It was my birthday a few weeks ago and from my mom I asked for a cookbook. Not any cookbook either. One called The French Laundry. Apparently its a famous restaurant in Southern California, but theres a story behind this book, so don't think I'm weird for asking for it.
This past summer I went to Costa Rica. In this little town called Santa Theresa, my best friend Eleanor and I spent about 5 weeks working at a resort, right on the beach. We lived about 1/4 mile away in a little beach hut with a tin roof. Each of us choose different jobs. Eleanor chose to work as a waitress while I choose to work as a pastry chef. Expected to stay until after 3pm, I would usually have to be in the kitchen at 5a.m. ready to help bake muffins and bread for breakfast. As a waitress, Eleanor usually chose to work the night shifts, when she would presumably make the most money. So separately we hiked the quarter mile to work each day. Within the 5 weeks spent in that kitchen, I met some of the most awesome people I have ever met. There was Estefano, a Tico from Costa Rica who worked in the kitchen mornings and afternoons. Gavin, a New Yorker drawn to the coast for the surf, but meanwhile working as a head chef. Laura, who I assisted day in and day out as a pastry chef. And finally Andres. Andres was the most intriguing of all the people i met and we became close. He was from Guatemala, but attended Culinary School in Spain, where he learned to prepare food like no one I have ever met. Because the hut El and I lived in was only a few houses down, occasionally I would stop by his house. He and Gavin lived together, so needless to say, since i knew so few people in the town, I would be over there a lot. In the time I spent with Andres though, I learned of his passion for cooking. He taught me new cooking techniques, and showed me machines I have never seen before doing things to food I didn't even know could be done. He showed me book after book of how to prepare different types of food, and present them in an artistic way at the same time. I learned cooking isn't just about making something taste good, but literally it is an art form as well. Cooks spend almost as long organizing food on a plate as they do making the food. Living in Santa Theresa, I gained a new appreciation for food and a new respect for cooks and chefs. Cooking bread and pastries is one thing, but preparing original, intricate meals and presenting them in an artistic manner is a completely different beast.

stardust

Released in 2007, Stardust is an a epic tale about a young man's quest to find and retrieve a shooting star for the prettiest girl in his town. What he finds amidst his journey however changes him forever. The star, he discovers, is a beautiful woman with whom he soon falls in love, but as he leads the girl back to the village the couple realizes that they are being followed. Witches and Kings the same yearn to kidnap the star and keep her for themselves. Although the plot of the actual movie is original, the trailer definitely makes a handful of intertextual connections (which in many cases affect the way we think about a production). A few horizontal intertextualities spark familiarities between this movie and movies like Harry Potter, The Lord of The Rings and The Chronicles of Narnia. Allusions to the hit movie Harry Potter are made through the background music, the accented dialogue, and the action packed filming. The Lord of the Rings is alluded to in similar ways: there is the intriguing magical twist, an obvious struggle between good and evil, and the filming, coloration and dialogue is similar as well. Finally a comparison can be drawn between this film and the Chronicles of Narnia. The plots are very much the same: mundane characters being drawn to a magical land where they are forced to overcome evil for a greater good. These intertextualities draw characteristics of other movies to inform and attract viewers.

"what's your type?"

"Whats your type?" Have you ever been asked that question?- because I feel like I have had hundreds of conversations sparked by this question alone. Its pretty complicated if you think about it..what your type is and all. And of course I'm talking about your type of guy/girl (I hope everyone knew that) and what characteristics you would most favor. Anyways if I'm really disinterested in a conversation and the person I am having a conversation with I'll probably just answer this more than complicated question with, "I don't really have a type," but I definetley do, just like everyone else.
My type of guy, if I could just dream one up from scratch and mail order him off ebay would be HOT. Well actually I don't know about hot, I mean maybe good looking and handsome...very rugged thats for sure. Someone who doesn't really care he looks, or maybe he does but he hides it really well. He would be hilarious. Not slap stick hilarious, because most of the time I have to fake laugh at slap stick humor, and I hate fake laughing because I don't think mine is very believable. Anyways, not slap stick hilarious but sarcastic, intelligent hilarious. He would be just a little goofy and nerdy (smart), (I don't know why..but I like 'em like that) but still VERY attractive. (p.s. I'm throwing characteristics in a pot right now..im going to put them in a body here in a sec) He would be spontaneous. Someone who could just leave with me and go anywhere on a whim and have an awesome time no matter what we were to do or where we were to go. He would love to travel. He would be honest with me 24/7 and kind as well. Everyone would love to be around him for his personality. We would be able to talk about anything and everything. Not just the funny stuff. We could talk about news and joke around just the same. He would get along with my family... especially my brothers. He would be super athletic and play every sport. He would beat everyone all the time, but be fun to play with at the same time. He would be a Christian, and we would be able to talk about God comfortably. Most importantly is he would make me laugh though.
As far as bodies go, athletic is always nice. Hair wise, it wouldn't really matter. Probably not blonde (ive never been a fan). Really good legs, and back, and stomach, and arms, and face, and...
OKAY! but most of all he would make me laugh really hard.

excellence

Twice a week, for close to six months, my roommate and I drive 45 minutes outside of Dallas to tutor high school students. Primarily an organization promoting mentorship, Group Excellence and the students I have met through this tutoring program have changed my perspectives on many things.
My first few days as a tutor were interesting. Carter High School was unlike any school I had ever stepped foot in. Having attended a public high-school, I initially thought tutoring in one would be a breeze. I was mistaken. My roommate and I were, and continue to be, the only two white people in what seems like the entire school district. One of only two white people in the immediate area, at first I was surprisingly intimidated. For the first time in my life I had become the minority in a primarily Black community. Over time though, this feeling has changed. No longer am I intimidated. Instead, I find myself overwhelmed with a desire to help these kids. The more I get to know each of them, the more a learn about their situations, and the more I yearn to help. Stories of shootings, drugs, pregnancies, and deaths continue to open my eyes to the environment in which these kids are growing up. Crime is a norm; Gangs are a source of protection; and this isn't a movie. This is life as they know it, and sometimes I don't think they know there is a way out. Just today a 14- year- old student I work with told me he just found out his girlfriend was pregnant. He hasn't told his parents, she hasn't told hers, but they're keeping it. The other week another boy I was working with told me he had just recently been at a teen club with his sister for a birthday party. Two older boys ran in and pulled a gun on the boy throwing the party. They shot him in the head because he was a part of a rival gang. Closer to the beginning of the year I got to know a 16-year-old girl. She was pregnant with her second child. In every way I want to help these kids so badly. I want them to trust me and talk to me. But I feel like there's only so much I can do.

meet your meat

I think at one point or another nearly everyone has at least debated becoming vegetarian. At least a lot of girls I know have -cutting back at first, but ultimately striving to completely give up that juicy hamburger forever. What amazes me are the reasons people come up with to give up ham, chicken, steak, fish, dairy, etc... Don't get me wrong I understand and completely side with those who have a legitimate stance on an issue, but when I sit down with someone for lunch, hungry for food with some substance, and he/she orders a side salad with no dressing and tells me that they're a vegetarian, I find myself questioning his/her motives. Honest people aside, many people convincingly fake sympathy for the animals, blindly following a trend but doing nothing except not eating to show for their condolences. If you really care DO something. Others claim environmental issues are the reason for this abstinence. I mean, I know the status of our environment could be better, and we could all be a little more environmentally friendly, but come on. Not eating meat doesn't make anyone think of you differently. It doesn't DO anything for the good anything else. No one is going to take anyone more seriously for asking to hold the chicken on a Caesar salad. If you want to help our environment, or any cause for that matter start doing something to help it, instead of just avoiding the problem all together.Your probably wondering why I am so heated on the subject. Well I was on the computer last night reading headlines on cnn.com when I came across the story of the meat recall: 143 million lbs. of beef was recalled because the health of the cows being slaughtered was in question. I scanned this not thinking too much of it, until I read past the first two paragraphs. They were unable to walk.
I read on. Apparently cows, daily fed antibiotics to spurt growth, can not support their upper bodies because their legs don't grow in tandem with their ballooning stomachs. These antibiotics are used to "fatten up" pigs and chickens as well, and shockingly, the same thing happens to them. Hesitantly clicking on the video featured below the article, I watched. Brutally, workers poked, prodded, shocked and beat these poor animals into submission and if they physically couldn't move, forklifts were used to transport these helpless beings to their inevitable death. And to think that this process is part of the more pleasant, humane times of these animals lives. The slaughter I learned is inhumane to say the least.
This is why I get frustrated when people tell me of their submissive vegetarianism. If you are going to be a vegetarian, care enough about it to take it at least one step further. Look at the bigger picture instead of just not eating your share. Your not proving anything.
If you want to see the video I watched on CNN, its called Meet Your Meat. You can probably find it on you tube. I was about to put it up, but i just couldn't.

girls night in

You know those nights when your friends are going out but you just wan to stay in and do nothing. Its the best when you have someone to stay in and do nothing with you. To get a movie and just veg. Well this weekend my roomate and I had the ultimate girls night in. Only we didn't do nothing, we did a lot.
Girl's night it:
(with Casey my roomy/wife(but not really))

Step 1. Drive to Kroger to pick up ingredients for dinner. (chicken, breading, flour, eggs, rhubarb, sugar, crust, milk, etc..)

Step 2: Drive to Blockbuster to pick up movie. (Didn't have Definitely Maybe, looked for other girly movies but ended up with Double Jeopardy)

Step 3: Drive to CVS to get face masking/sauna stuff

Step 4: Go Home! Put groceries up and put them away. Start cooking!

Step 5: Face cleanser? minty fresh....

Step 6: Finish making Rhubarb Raspberry Pie (mmmmmmm) and fried chicken (mmmmmmm).

Step 7: Put pie in oven for 1 hour and eat chicken

Step 8: Apply more face cleansing stuff...coconut, gritty

Step 9: Watch movie and eat all Valentine's Day/Birthday candy

Step 10: Stop Movie half way through and eat pie!!!!! YUMMMYYY (way better than i thought it was going to be) ..Finish Movie

Step 11: Crack 3 eggs and put the in bowl and beat

Step 12: Start first season disc 2 of the OC

Step 13: I sit in front of Casey while she puts egg in my hair (yeah gross, she said is supposed to make you hair really soft) and not just a little egg either, 3 eggs goes a long way.

Step 14: Shes sits in front of me and I put it in her hair. (her hair is a lot longer than mine so it was sick) (we had towels on our backs too)

Step 15: Let sit, but while its in our hair, apply actual face mask to face

Step 16: PICTURES

Step 17: Watch another episode of OC.

Step 18: wash face, and put rest of egg yolk on (do not ask me why, Casey said it was a good idea)

Step 19: Let sit till dry. (watch OC)

Step 20: Showerrrr.. take offfff

Step 21: BEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD (it was 4am)

a new reason to get on facebook

Officially now, I have a new online obsession...(besides blogging, but I wouldn't call blogging and obsession even though i really do like it kindof) Anyways its this new game on facebook, and if any of you have played blogger, its kindof like that only WAY better. its called prolific. And it actually is boggle but i think since someone already took that name on facebook they couldn't reuse it. But prolific sounds pretty sweet if you ask me. The only thing is its not as easy as other facebook games. You get to chose you games and who you play with so I usually try to steer clear of all the people that have really complicated, foreign names. In my experience, they've dominated me. I just added the application on my facebook after my friend (the one who visited this weekend...i should just formally introduce her in a blog cause ive talked about her so much) showed it to me and Ive only played 5 times. Out of those 5 times however, Ive won, well, none. But I keep telling myself it is not, by any means about winning. I mean I'm learning new words left and right, right? thats rhetorical. To get to the point though, everyone should check it out.

colour

So, p.s. I've posted these last three posts within the hour. I haven't really had a chance to post recently...but Ive been collecting!!! (ideas, i mean for what else but the blog). So yeah the reason is because my best friend from home was visiting this weekend (it was my birthday last week). So, the point is, I didn't have time. She did however give me lots of ideas. She showed me a video of a bunch of bouncy balls bouncing down one of the streets of San Fransisco, but what she didn't tell me was that it was one of the three videos from Sony's Advertising Campaign for its new flat screen. I don't know if the Colour campaign did well, but what i do know is all of the advertisements are really cool. They're different, and fun, and you can't say that about many advertisements, because although funny commercials are memorable, the more funny commercials there are the less memorable each becomes. A unique idea, is key to breaking through all of the advertising clutter.
Oh, and don't get me wrong the whole colored bouncy balls bouncing down a street of san fransisco looks AWESOME...but every time i watch it i think...how cool would that sound? maybe thats just me. probably...





oh and if you get a chance to watch the behind the scenes of each of these videos, you'll appreciate each of them a little more. For the bouncy ball one, 25000 bouncy balls were used. I don't know much about the second one off the top of my head, but I think there were more animators working on this set than any set...EVER. And for the third one with the paint, they used real paint for every scene.

sunscreen

I first heard this song in my friend John's car when 4 of us were on our way to the Dave Matthews concert. I swear I cried too, but I'm emotional like that. You probably won't. BUT, if you listen to this song though you'll realize that almost every line is somewhat valuable advice. The whole song is comprised of cliche quotes people write on away messages, or profiles, but somehow together, in this song, they become meaningful (to me, maybe not everyone). If you listen to the song long enough to get the line about knees, and how you should take care of them, just know that one really frustrates me because i've had surgery on both of mine, and i HATE thinking about what theyre going to be like when i'm older. Anyway, I love this song. The video is amazing too, and if you cried just know you weren't the only one.

stalking, scanning, drawing

I love stalking other people's blogs. Its better than Facebook too (sometimes) cause you get to read what people are thinking....oooooooo, ahhhhhh. No but really, you get good ideas from looking at other peoples blogs. For the longest time I have wanted to scan things and put them on my page, but i didn't have a scanner. Scanned things always look cool on a page. SO i thought i was hopeless. UNTIL a few minutes ago when I realized..TAH DAH!!! Ill take a picture of everything i wanted to scan. When the worlds at your fingertips however, you realize what you thought was awesome at one point, isn't that amazing.
So I draw occasionally. I guess you could say its a way out. It may sound a little lame, but its true. When I draw, hours can go by without me even lifting my pencil. Its sort of trance. What I only just realized though is its not the act of drawing that gets me per se, but its making the drawing come to life. The photos I have included are drawings I made before my first art class last year. Ill eventually include my more recent drawings to show at least some improvement, or variety. DONT LAUGH.

getting stuff done

I think its funny that this video shows what is actually going through my head when i have anything important to do. I'm the biggest procrastinator in the world. Thank goodness I'm not the only one.
A typical day when i have to get a lot of stuff done:



...and i even watch the twilight zone.

BEADS OF GOLD

Mardi Gras. Craziest time of my life! I went this past weekend and let me just say, if you've never been, you really have no idea. So yeah, I had heard that people threw beads and that it got a little crazy sometimes, but no. Honestly, I had no clue.

I got there on Friday night, just in time to catch the last couple of parades. Float after float passed, each with different themes, intricate designs and amusing costumes. Masked men atop these moving masterpeices were the instigators { of the insanity on the sidewalks. As beads, flowers, stuffed animals, balls and hats were being launched off the floats, people screamed, tackled, fell, grabbed, ran, flashed, shanked and drank all to pretty much catch the attention of each float's attendants'. Clueless at the time, i was grabbing as many beads as I could. Broken beads, beads on the ground, extra beads no one wanted etc. But it wasn't until I got to Bourbon Street, that i truly experienced the infamous legends of Mardi Gras. Men and women alike stood side by side on balconies lining the street, dangling anything from huge beaded necklaces to feathered boas over the thousands of partiers crowding the street below. Beads, at Mardi Gras are gold; in exchange for beads -anythings goes. An unwritten law of the Bourbon St. bead danglers, 'the best beads go to the crazies!' Yeah people throw the regular beads to anyone, but the best beads, the ones with huge multi-colored balls, the ones that light up, only go to flashers, maker-outers, and shankers. However, aside from the beads, Mardi Gras continues to captivate me. Between the hundreds of police present but uncaring of the thousands of underage drunk kids and the flashing of boobs, butts, and any other body part, the event is unlike any other i have ever experienced. Its a lawless freedom taking place 24/7 for almost the entire month before Lent, right here in the United States of America. Go....!!!
p.s. i don't even really know what Mardi Gras means. If anyone knows feel free to comment. If not, ill look it up one of these days.

THE BIG GAME

so even though i didnt get to watch the superbowl today, i got to hear about how awesome it was from everyone who did! Originally, ill admit, i was rooting for the patriots, but im glad that the Giants won. Its always nice when the underdog wins (for those who didnt bet money on the patriots anyway.) So here are some interesting facts about the superbowl that i picked up from good magazine. YAY SUPERBOWL!!!

1. over 40% of the audience is female

2.The superbowl is the second largest eating holiday of the year (after thanksgiving)!!!

3. The expected money spent on food for game day is $55 million

4. On game day, Americans eat: 15,000 tons of chips (if you lined up each chip it would make a trail nearly 293,000 miles long), 4,000 tons of popcorn (the string of popcorn would ring the earth nearly 5 1/2 times), 54.3 million lbs. of avocado to make an estimated 8 million lbs. of guacamole (5.4% of the yearly crop)

5. The rate of car accidents increases by nearly 41% in the 4 hours after the superbowl.

6. 7-11 reports that sales of Antacid increases by 20% the day after the superbowl

7. 30 seconds of commercial time during this year's superbowl costs $2.7 million (thats over $86,000 per second)

8. The terms "NFL," "SuperBowl," and "Super Sunday" are trademarked by the NFL and promoters not sanctioned by the NFL must refer to the event as "The Big Game"