Writing

I remember when I started writing emotionally.  It was in 8th grade and things were happening and I wrote a bunch of random poems.  I can still write some pretty good ones, but they're a whole lot less self-centered now.  Anyway, so I was talking to one of my friends about things that she wrote and it was really interesting.  It was kind of raw and about how everyone is so worried about what other people think and that they are unwilling to form their own opinions.  I don't feel like reacting to this right now.  But I just think we put a bit too much stock in what other people think.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Playing A Fugue...Badly

This is a group at a summer music camp I attended.  Unfortunately, I am playing in this recording as well.  Notice the horns and tuba were actually not that bad.  Sort of.  It was very hard to play this piece with the quality of trumpet players that we had.  Some people just can't count.  Anyway, enjoy the nice pictures I provided!

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Beauty

So I was singing with my choir and just had to step back for a second and say, "Wow." These songs are just so beautiful.  At times like these I feel so thankful to live a life where there is music.  Music so wonderful.  So wonderful.  It is amazing.  I think my favorite kind of phrase is the ones that yearn and pull for the next phrase, on and on to the end of all.  This is a lot shorter than I thought it would be.  Oh well.  You know what?  I'll put a video here!

There.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Olhado

Been wanting to write about this quite a bit recently.  So there is a character in the older Ender series named Olhado Ribeira.  His family is disfunctional (aren't we all) and he has metal eyes.  Or metal eye.  His other eye had a port that can connect to the computer so he can upload "his" "memories."  Sort of cool.  But he becomes a bit of an outcast as a result.  Not that he isn't already for being a Ribeira.  Time passes and the rest of his family goes on to become great intellectuals and scientists.  He doesn't.  He just got a wife and had kids.  Card shows this pattern in the Bean sub-series (dare I call it that) with Anton, who discovered the key the subsequently caused Bean to be genetically modified with more mental capacity and shorter life span.  And both characters have an interesting withdrawn interest in the world around them, Anton trying to find the key to life, which he finds is love, and Olhado trying to keep his love in his beautiful wife and children.  The reappearence of this trait in seperate episodes leads me to believe that Card has this "big picture" type of belief where beyond where everything matters is love.  And love only.  Which Bean discovers everyone has.  Even Achilles.  And Ender discovers holds everyone and everything together.  So that is my analysis of a anomaly-seeming thing.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

I don't have any good quotes for today...

Sorry.  Geez.  Tests annoy me.  Soooo loooong!  And my head hurts after...just a drag.  Yeah.  Don't feel like putting too much on here right now.  Sorry, rather uncharacteristic.  I think I'll put a picture up...

That's obsure enough, right?

And found out how to put these up!!! Yaya!

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Seven Deadly Sins?

I believe there are a whole lot more than that.  And they're all deadly.  All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.  That's pretty deadly to me.  All sins are REALLY bad.  And they ALL make God mad.  So it is great that he has been able to accept us sinners through our Lord and Saviour, Jesus.  Not sure why I went on this one today.  Just decided to say that the seven deadly sins were dumb.  So there you go.

~another musing of the ill-informed~
Layla is so awesome, she can jazz run backwards

Sports

Wow.  Wouldn't it just be weird if the Rays, Yankees, and Phillies didn't advance to the next round of the playoffs?  I hope it doesn't happen, but wouldn't it just be weird?  Other than the Rays, who are pretty good, the most dominant teams of MLB not making the CS?  Of course the Phillies should win.  It would be really disappointing if they didn't.  Best player on the Phillies?  Ruiz.  He's clutch, a great catcher and he has a bunch of walk-offs.  He's great.  So I hope the Phillies win.  I think if they get past NLDS, NLCS in 4 games, plus world series champs.  Hope your teams all lose! (If they haven't already...)

~another musing of the ill-informed~

did you know...

My last post was #100?  I did, but forgot to say anything about it.  Not that it matters, though I am seeing some spikes in my pageview count...anyway.  It's Wednesday.

“Man in Black: If you're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope, or a tree branch, or find something useful to do. Inigo: I could do that. I have got some rope up here. But I do not think that you would accept my help, since I am only waiting around to kill you. Man in Black: That does put a damper on our relationship.”

I just had to put Princess Bride on here to ease me pain.  I hope I shan't be slain.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

People

People are just weird.  They come in all shapes and sizes.  But that isn't what I wanted to talk about.  I was talking to a friend today.  She was really depressed about the things she puts herself through and the people that she has to deal with while doing these things.  She was just really upset and it was making her feel like she couldn't escape the overpowering fog.  And I don't think anyone should ever feel that way.  Trapped.  By other people.  Of course, that's what happens in the world anyway.  But no one should feel that way if they don't have to.  I basically told her that she should try to make the best out of her situation.  And try to have a positive attitude about it.  But I feel like I didn't get through to her.  She's still depressed.  And now there's nothing I can do about it.  I feel like she's done talking to me.  I try to help people.  It just doesn't work out...

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Songs I would like to record sometime

I sing and there are some songs that I would like to have recorded sometime.  These include: Anthem from Chess, If I Can't Love Her from Beauty and the Beast, Lily's Eyes from The Secret Garden, I Attempt from Love's Sickness to Fly by Purcell, some German songs I have from Handel?  I think by him.  Maybe some others that I just haven't found yet.  But it would be nice to record some songs.  Oh also Sure on This Shining Night by Barber.  I like Latin.  I wonder if there's anything for me to sing there.  Anyway.  I would just like to record myself singing sometime.  It would be interesting.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Quote Qwednesday

"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.”
                     -The Princess Bride, S. Morgenstern

Life is hurt, life is horrid, life is the worst thing you could possibly imagine.  But life is good.  Life is one of the best things that will happen to you.  Above all else: Life is not fair.  Not fair not fair not fair.  Did I say it enough?  Do you get it now?  I suppose the point is to get what you can but not care what you can't.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

I'm Busy...again

So I'm sorry if I don't get on this as often.  Not that anyone cares.  So I was talking to a friend today.  So I'm confused.  People are confusing.  I think I have someone figured out but I don't.  Maybe what I'm seeing is what I think I want to see instead of what is there.  That's on me.  Obviously.  But maybe the people are lying?  I know I lie to people.  With my face and words sometimes.  I just don't tell them what's really up.  Cause I don't want people to care.  But I do.  I'm confusing as well I suppose.  Again, we're almost all human.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

I feel like people are starting to read this so I feel sort of guilty about not writing more often.

So now that I said that no one will read this anymore.  Or maybe blogger is just lying to me.  In any case.  I'm interested in brains and thoughts and recording thoughts.  Like sampling brain patterns and waves to put them in a cohesive manner for easier storage.  Because face it, you can't remember everything you should.  There are some ideas in my brain that I think deeply about for maybe 5 minutes then I forget.  And I know it was huge.  I just don't remember it.  Wouldn't it be awesome if there was a device that worked in tandem with your brain to record your thoughts and processes and even interract back with your brain with information you have thought.  Along with expansive capabilities.  That's just something that would be amazing to do and have.

On another note, why am I so unhappy all the time?  That was...not uncharacteristic but...I don't know.  Anyway, I enjoy being quiet.  If you met me, you probably wouldn't know that.  I'm rather outspoken.  But I like to be nondescript and observant.  It makes me feel different.  But that's just me...or is it?

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Coldness

It's cold.  And I hope it doesn't get hot again.  It is so much easier to put layers on than take skin off. ;)  I think I'm turning into a cold person.  Perhaps this is symbolic...OR NOT!!! Not everything is symbolic everybody, just making sure you know taht.  And for some reason I find myself liking hot sauce.  Weird.  I'll get some slightly more involved posts over the weekend, just don't feel like it right now.  Gotta watch some Phoenix Wright videos from Arglefumph!

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Inconceivable!

I just realized that I didn't post on this yesterday for 9/11.  I would like to thank our troops for all that they do overseas and also the first responders who are always always ALWAYS there helping those in need.  They truly do an amazing job.  I am glad that this nation is protected by such capable hands.

I mentioned that I read The Princess Bride, S. Morgenstern.  One part that is interesting is when Westley is being tortured by Rugen.  Usually, he doesn't mind too much, he just goes off in his mind with his love.  Enter the machine.  This differs a little bit from the movie.  The movie just puts a couple of suction cups on Westley.  The book covers Westley with suction cups, including his nostrils, eardrums, eyelids, and tongue.  This makes it impossible for him to retreat to his love.  After his "treatment," Westley just cries.  Why?  Is it because he feels he will eventually die from the machine?  Is is because he knows he could never endure such a thing?  He just cries.  Because no words could express the hurt and anguish that he feels.  This is the saddest part in the book for me.  Because this unbreakable man has just submitted to evil.  He's done. 

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Reading the almost real princess bride...

The Princess Bride, originally written by Simon Morgenstern, abridged version by William Goldman.  And this statement, I have just found out, is incorrect.  Mostly because of the fact that Simon Morgenstern is not real.  He never existed.  Goldman (that fox) made all that crap up in his book so he could put his "abridged" parts into the book without too much of a problem.  I would call him a douche.  But that's really incredibly funny.  I am semi-chuckling right now.  Hah.  Hah.  And one more, hah.  You tricked me, you mastermind.  That was incredibly funny.  And you even talked about a 1000 page manuscript that never existed.  You amuse me incredibly.  An amazingly funny man.  Anyway, read the book, it really is good, now I have to go find out which parts he was lying about, other than Morgenstern...HAH!

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Conversations

Was talking to a friend today about some things.  Such a surprise, I know.  We talked about our future plans.  She said she lives life with knowledge of The Wall.  She knows she is going to hit it, but she just keeps going until she does.  I know there's a Wall.  But there's also something else.  Past the wall.  Over the wall.  Beyond the wall.  Something better, hopefully.  Skip the Wall and get to something better.  She said that she knows she is going to be unhappy.  I'm already unhappy.  Where else do you go from there?  More unhappy?  I have nowhere to go but up.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Time

There's never enough time.  Humans always want more time.  24 hours is not enough.  Plus humans sleep too much.  You can sleep when you're dead.  Life is too short.  (I put that on here before) There's never enough time in a life to do all that you need to do.  There's not enough time in a day.  Always have to be moving, doing something, getting something done, always rushing.  Never want to stop, always have to be stimulated.  I feel as if I'm repeating myself.  I just kind of was thinking about this today...

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Quote Qwednesday

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes."
                                       -Walt Whitman

I liked this because often I just have ideas and say things and sometimes they're not entirely consistent.  But I am true, I am right, I am myself.  This is what I think he is trying to say.  He does not care if he seems contradictory to others, he knows what is true within himself, and he accepts this.  The accepting part is the harder one I think.

~another musing of the ill-informed~

Why do they sing?

One thing that I found weird about the Shinn books I wrote about: all of the angels sing.  Spoiler alert: And though the angel's wings were genetically crafted, their voices weren't.  So I just don't get how they all sing.  In real life, not everyone says they can sing.  For some reason, I feel they do.  I just don't think it is possible for people to not be able to sing and other people to be able to sing.  It just doesn't make sense to me.  It probably has to do with the fact of how often they sang or used inflection when they were going through puberty.  But I still think everyone can sing.  Or at least could.  So if there are people who can't sing, wouldn't there be some angels that also couldn't sing?

~another musing of the ill-informed~