In terms of pets, I’ve never been a big fish person. They’re pretty (some of them) and soothing to watch, but I’ve never found them to be very interactive. I prefer something furry I can snuggle or play fetch with. But the fish in the video below has me rethinking things a little:
A big thank you to my daughter, who introduced me to this video. She’s like a walking search engine for good articles and videos.
Ordinarily, on Fridays, I share a funny, inspiring or otherwise interesting video. This week, I’d like to hear from you. Share your latest post link in the comments or link to another article/video you found interesting, inspiring or entertaining.
Last week, I shared one of my musical inspirations with you, Kevin Olusola. Not only does he create beautiful music on my favorite instrument, the cello, but he plays so joyfully. It’s beautiful to watch as well as listen to him.
Another of my inspirations are The Piano Guys. They both play so beautifully, and the cellist radiates passion and joy in his playing. My favorite piece of theirs is O Come, O Come Emmanuel.
I’m learning this piece on the cello right now. I’ve roughly got the first minute and a half or so, but I’ll need a lot more skills to play the rest of it, including learning new fingering positions. In the mean time, I’m enjoying absorbing every moment of The Piano Guys playing.
For the last week, my daughter and I have been participating in a strings camp (she on the violin and I on the cello), and tonight is our finale concert. It’s been a tremendous amount of work but a roughly equal amount of fun.
Yesterday, during the 433rd play through of the most challenging song in our lineup, there was a moment where we were all completely in sync. The difficult rhythm came together, and something magic happened. I don’t know about anybody else, but I felt relaxed, calm and totally in the moment. Although it’s a fast tempo piece, I felt like I had all the time in the world to make each bow stroke.
The magic lasted only a few lines, but it made me want more. If I wanted to play well before, I want to strive even harder now. I want to be able to slide into that little magic zone as often as possible, whether I’m playing alone or in group. I’m hooked.
In honor of the end of strings camp and that magic moment, I want to share a cellist that inspires me. Everything he does with his music is magic:
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Next, Adam’s questions:
What is your favourite scene(s) from a book / movie / comic / any other media?
I could go on all day about favorite scenes, but I’ll pick just one: The scene in Stephen King’s The Gunslinger, where Roland must choose between letting his young friend Jake die or catching the Man in Black. Jake tells Roland “Go then, there are other worlds than these.” And Roland lets Jake fall to his death, a choice that will eat at his soul. Continue reading “That’s Just Neat”→
It’s that time of the week again. Time for a little laugh and (maybe) a little nostalgia.
Anybody remember awkwardly slow dancing to this at a school dance?
That thought maybe brings back some memories better left forgotten. Anyway…
You know, this song is excellent advice for writers. We’re always being counseled to show more and tell less. Now, when you’re tempted to tell too much, just picture Jimmy and Jack telling you to show them how you feel.
Seriously, how can you not smile when you watch tiny goats in tiny pajamas hopping around and headbutting each other?
You’re welcome. Happy Friday.
This post was inspired by Sara Foster’s post on The Faux Fountain Pen, Miles of Smiles Challenge. Her list of things that make her smile (you really must go check out the math pants) made me smile and reminded me of one my favorite smile inducing things, baby goats in pajamas (or sweaters, or coats or whatever).
Some time ago, I was punished awarded with the Memetastic Blog Award. I crafted four lovely lies and one (un)remarkable truth to delight you. I am certain you all have been waiting on the edge of yours seats to discover just which is which. To spare you further agony of anticipation, I now reveal the whole truth and nothing but the truth (I’ve got my hand on my copy of Dune and everything): Continue reading “The Meme-ing of Life”→