The zenith is an imaginary point directly "above" a particular location, on the imaginary celestial sphere. "Above" means in the vertical direction opposite to the apparent gravitational force at that location. The opposite direction, i.e. the direction in which gravity pulls, is toward the nadir.
The word "zenith" derives from the inaccurate reading of the Arabic expression سمت الرأس (samt ar-ra's), meaning "direction of the head" or "path above the head", by Medieval Latin scribes in the Middle Ages (during the 14th century), possibly through Old Spanish. It was reduced to 'samt' ("direction") and miswritten as 'senit'/'cenit', as the "m" was misread as an "ni". Through the Old French 'cenith', 'zenith' first appeared in the 17th century.
The term zenith is sometimes used to refer to the highest point reached by a celestial body during its apparent orbit around a given point of observation. This sense of the word is often used to describe the location of the Sun ("The sun reached its zenith..."), but to an astronomer the sun doesn't have its own zenith, and is at the zenith only if it is directly overhead.
Plot
A mockumentary satire about American politics, religion, Hollywood, health food nuts... and reality shows! Ron and Laura Grawsill, a conservative suburban couple from Bakersfield California, decide to star in their own reality show about their activism! After seeing 24-hour cable news coverage of a national health food controversy, Ron and Laura join the movement to take their country back from the Euro Union Conspiracy! But, when they run into their son Brian with a mysterious new friend at a demonstration, the culture wars land right in their own backyard!
a mockumentary satire about American politics, religion, Hollywood, health food nuts... and reality shows!
Bill, Cathy's Father: [last lines; on Cathy's answering machine] Hi, honey, it's Dad. Just wanted to let you know Mom's on her way over to apologize for butting in. I know how you feel about surprises.
Cathy Andrews: [voiceover] Of the $3 billion that will be spent on Valentine's week, $2 billion of it will be spent by me, trying to make sure I'm appealing enough to receive a $.95 greeting card.
Cathy Andrews: [voiceover] Of all the valentine chocolates that will be eaten this year, 36% will be eaten by women who buy it for ourselves before Valentine's Day even gets here.
Irving: Everyone knows the first rule of being a valentine is compromise. You can open one of your stupid magazines. [he and Cathy disappear behind her counter, smooching]::Cathy Andrews: [tossing one of her magazines on the counter top] I already did.
Cathy Andrews: [peeking out from behind a snowman] Yoo-hoo! Handsome!::Irving: I see you've been to the therapist again, Cathy.::Cathy Andrews: Wanna help me unthaw?
Irving: [as he approaches Cathy's house with his valentine gift for her; to himself] Cathy, I'm sorry - no, no, no, no. Happy Valentine's, my darling - nah, nah, that's ridiculous, no, no... [rings Cathy's doorbell] Cathy, you look so beautiful today, you're... [he opens the door to reveal that Cathy is not yet dressed, much to his surprise] You're not even dressed yet; we're gonna be late!::Cathy Andrews: I've been dressed eleven times already; it's not my fault you got here in between outfits!::Irving: Well, hurry up; we're gonna have to take your car, I'm out of gas.::Cathy Andrews: Again? Will you see if my keys are out there somewhere?::Irving: What? Aw, don't tell me we have to start the key search again!::Cathy Andrews: Irving, if you'd be willing to commit to more than two gallons of gas at a time, we wouldn't *have* to search for my keys all the time.::Irving: If you put your keys on the counter like a *normal* person, I wouldn't have to stock up on gas every time I saw ya!::Cathy Andrews: Irving, call a cab!
Irving: [bringing out a handful of cords for Cathy's stereo] Surprise!::Cathy Andrews: [slightly disappointed] Oh.::Irving: [chuckles, then begins hooking up the cords] I've figured out how to wire this right to your cable!::Cathy Andrews: Irving, I thought - you know, you wanted to do something romantic.::Irving: Are you kidding? Look at this: I've got splinters, cable links...::Cathy Andrews: [flirtatiously] You know, curl up on the couch, and...::Irving: Needlenose pliers!::Cathy Andrews: [getting irritated] Irving? Romantic?::Irving: What do you call this?::Cathy Andrews: [scoffs exasperatingly] I want a kiss, not digitized sound.::Irving: [also scoffing] Why is it that things have to go ex-actly by the rules of your - stupid "Romance of the Month" books, so they don't count, huh?::Cathy Andrews: Why are *you* so afraid of involvement you hide behind stuff all the time?::Irving: [holding up the cords] I got this *stuff* for you!::Cathy Andrews: Gizmos, newspapers, remote controls, how am I supposed to get close to you, huh?::Irving: Close? Who's the one who locks herself in the bathroom in the middle of a date to study magazine articles?::Cathy Andrews: I'm researching how to hold a man's hand when it's always full of *stuff*!::Irving: Yet, you don't even want to deal with the real person.::Cathy Andrews: Real men don't think cable splinters are romantic gifts!::Irving: Just - just forget it, Cathy, okay? I'm sick of being the perfect guy just to get yelled at! [heads for the door]::Cathy Andrews: Take your needlenose pliers with you!::Irving: [putting his jacket on] Fine! And we're not coming back!::Cathy Andrews: [as Irving closes the door] Fine!::Cathy Andrews: [almost reentering] Except we have to go to Ross's wedding on Valentine's Day! We have a commitment!::Cathy Andrews: Fine! [Irving leaves]
Anne, Cathy's Mother: [on the phone] Hi, sweetie! Happy Valentine's Day!::Cathy Andrews: Thanks, Mom; you, too.::Anne, Cathy's Mother: Dad thought you'd like to join us for dinner.::Cathy Andrews: Tell Dad I have plans for Valentine's Day.::Anne, Cathy's Mother: She has plans.::Bill, Cathy's Father: Mom wonders if your plans are to see the psychiatrist.::Cathy Andrews: Irving's taking me to a wedding. Everything's fine; we're going to a happy, romantic, wonderful wedding together.::Bill, Cathy's Father: She'll be seeing the psychiatrist.
Irving: [in the cab on the way to Ross and Lisa's wedding] Sorry.::Cathy Andrews: Me, too.::Irving: [sarcastically] You have to pay for the cab; I didn't bring any cash.::Cathy Andrews: I didn't bring any cash, either.::Irving: What do you mean you didn't bring any cash? You have a ten pound purse with you.::Cathy Andrews: This is a dainty evening bag; cash would make the size bulge out.::Irving: What are you hauling to a wedding that might be more useful than a ten dollar bill?::Cathy Andrews: You have fifteen pockets in your clothes; you don't have room for money?::Irving: [sarcastically handing Cathy's valentine gift to her] I spent all my cash on your valentine, darling.::Cathy Andrews: [sarcastically handing Irving's valentine gift to him] I spent six hours rewrapping your valentine, dearest, and I'm not accepting one in a store bag that you just grabbed on the way over.::Irving: WHAT? Does it give rules in your stupid books for how a gift has to be wrapped, or it doesn't count, too?::Cathy Andrews: You're supposed to at least take off the price tag!::Irving: Ha!::Cathy Andrews: Ha!::Cab Driver: Uh, that'll be $4.85.::Irving, Cathy Andrews: HA!
Anne, Cathy's Mother: [entering Cathy's house with groceries] Call the FBI, dear, her brain's been stolen.::Cathy Andrews: Mom! Dad, I thought we agreed on no more surprise visits.::Anne, Cathy's Mother: I know, sweetie, but it's so hard to pass up a chance to be mortifying.::Bill, Cathy's Father: It was your mother's idea. She thought you might be out of ammonia.::Anne, Cathy's Mother: [handing a tissue to Cathy so she can blot her lipstick] Blot. Your father thought you'd be running low on light bulbs.::Bill, Cathy's Father: Mom is concerned about the toilet paper situation.
Plot
A fictional account of a teen-aged Hans Christian Anderson. In this film, young Hans runs away from home and each time he falls asleep he experiences in his dreams the different characters he would later write about including The Little Mermaid, Thumbelina and The Ugly Duckling.
Keywords: daydream, emperor, fairy-tale, fantasy-world, independent-film, melancholy, mermaid, mission, mole, part-stop-motion
Before the Little Mermaid, there was...
The sky shall fall on me from high above
The earth shall swallow me from down below
The fire will follow me until I'm ash
The seas encircle me until I'm with the flow
Recoil in searing pain
Release all hope and fear
Reject the myth and lies
Rejoice - immortal sin
The hails will batter me until I'm gone
The storms will chase me throughout my path
The typhoid strikes me when I'm on my knees
The swarms engulf me until I am out of breath
Can you be the same
Will you take the blame
Can you bow in shame
Will you call his name
So now I stand atop
Atop the highest peak
Looking back at the voyaged path
Tailing behind me
From the deepest seas
To the darkest nights; I survived
But still a piece of the puzzle
Is missing from my mind
Searching for the worth
In every ocean
In every land
The olive branch, a second chance
The purest dove to grace my head
Instead all I have is the wonder
Of what's on the other side
Screaming, I pray to the earth and sky:
"But what's the point?
All I'll still find is nothing...
Please say this journey has all been for something."
"Tell me,
do the angels fly with icy, feathered wings?
Do the Deaf men of the heavens hear them
when they sing?
How are we to wake up without ever wondering?
You won't always find an answer to everything.
So now, my child, keep your mind from wandering
Is there something you feel?
Is there something you furtively know?
Under the spell of science,
Can we declare?
Can we allow ourselves to experience?
Can we be open-minded enough?
Won't we fear what we cannot defy?
Do we need to declare?
Break the force of habit!
Why can't you see?
Fear will impede you to break through your trivial life
And find the missing aim to evolve
Is this the frontier, our zenith?
Can we be receptive to our ignorance?
Will or won't we be able to reveal?
Dulled senses and the need for proven theories
Has masked our natural insight in life
And mysteries
Life is discussed and measurable
Every aberration is observed with agony and suspicion
I kill the dreamer to kill the liar
A suicidal friendly fire
I kill the needer to kill denier
I light a sun to feed the fire
I kill the breather
I kill the feeler
I kill the lover
I kill believer
I kill the breather
I kill the trier
And again your beauty shines in silhouettes
Carries me to the rest
Where venom turns to grace and teardrops to seas
I carry the marks of your shining inside of me
Your presence amplifies my need to be
I breathe, I hear, I feel, I see
And I reach zenith, that redesigns everything
Sense it all closing in
Of all moments this is it
Gain my strength to elevate away from nadir
Sense it all near
I carry the words of your whisper inside of me
Your presence amplifies my need to be
I breathe, I hear, I feel, I see
And I reach zenith, that redesigns everything
Your beauty shines in silhouettes
Carries me to the rest
Where venom turns to grace
And teardrops reshape to seas of tranquility
Silhouettes carries me to the rest
Where venom turns to grace and teardrops to seas
Sense it all closing in
Of all moments this is it
Gain my strength to elevate away from nadir
The time has come to shine
Prevail:
i'm Prevail Wonder from the Neural Bombing Agency
We control the watch tower now,
Power of assembly in crowds, hypnosis
The only closest pattern to our process
Our signature of razor blades and vinegar
Walkin' in the path of the workin' class is a fuckin' blast
And in our union, no reunion without hard hats
This is the work place of jackhammers, sledgehammers, and mallots
Packin' a mic in our arean, leads to many maggots
Too many heavy magnets pullin' you closer in
The territory of the desert of the cobra pen
I gotta give a shout-out to my brother Orco "the psychotic" alien
Who stamped our preformance, who speaks like reverent poets
Opposin' the possibility of lots of endurance
Isn't it my precious beheaded Elizabeth
A vision of the greatest thing you've seen since your Christening
I'm listening to children, speak of the matrix
Battling the bubonic spread of the primal hatred
Mad Child:
Mad child, rock steady representative
A combination of creative energy and tentative
Precentages, take advantages, manage to increase
Cause damage then vanish into thin air, Rest In Peace
Not to be tested, possesed, invest in me
I'll fight with my last breathe til there's nothing left in me
I'll smash on all sorts with these extreme sports
Prophets of doom consumed with what I dream for
Subtle as a chainsaw, blood shed and rain fall
Welcome to the side of my brain that entertain's y'all
Feel my wrath, you couldn't recover from the other half
Behind the shower curtain stabbin' bitches in a bubble bath
(Ahhh) I'll make you an offer you can't refuse
Then leave a horses head in your bed, I'm bad news
Don't question my authority cuz It's a mistake
There's madness in a whisper like the hiss of a snake
You got the first album "Balance" (Thank you)this might take you back
Zodak's tracks attack on Battleaxe
what to do what to sayeverything will be your way
kick me down when i get up
never seeing just enough
what you said wasn't true
everything that is inside of you
i will always be there for you
i'll always be
chasing down everything
never letting it be seen
only giving what you knew
hurting words at me you threw
what you had couldn't be
now it lives deep down inside of me
There's no someday
Don't postpone
Aint no sunshine
Don't you frown
Forepassed portraits
On my wall
Tell me something
No one knows
Dive into sky
Zenith into nowhere
Dive into shives
In the dream we will forget
Baby, I would pick up all the pains
Maybe I would walk out in the rain
Crying like an injured wolf
Dive, Sky, Shive, Crying,