It's a little old and, as far as how to deliver a speech goes, it's absolutely awful, but to most of us the AIDS epidemic doesn't elicit the littlest bit of fear. And that's scary. Scary that something which was so huge, so cruel in the reactions it got from others, and so awful a thing to suffer should be forgotten so quickly.
It's difficult to imagine what it was like back then, to not know whether the next cold will kill you. Or to just watch the total apathy from everyone else in doing anything about it. To see the fear it created, to hear about others talking about creating camps to dump the infected in. Just think about it - the unknowning...and the death. Death upon death upon death.
Jonathan Robert Schmeling: A flute player and a fiddle player were standing on a sinking ship. "Help!" cried the fiddle player, "I can't swim!"//"Don't worry," said the flute player, "just fake it."
How many floutists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Six -- One to get the chair to stand on, one to stand on the chair and actually screw it in, one to pull the chair out from under her, and three more to complain about how much better they could have done it.
What is a gentleman? Someone who knows how to play the clarinet, but doesn't.
Now... I'd love to keep doing this, but I have to do my homework and eat dinner... before stadium rehearsal tonight. DDDx Schmelly, why are we such band geeks?
If lost in the woods, who do you ask for directions, an in-tune sax player, an out-of-tune sax player, or Santa Claus? The out-of-tune sax player. The other two indicate that you're hallucinating.
absolutely. It never ends to amuse me that despite our little in-family bickering, it's only because we're the three prominant leaders of the Woodwind faction - and we always know we'll stick together when it comes to the Brass.
"He definitely was bipolar and had mood swings but then these men were all human beings with problems and flaws."
I happened to notice this statement somewhere on YouTube (surprise, surprise). Would anyone like to explain to me how being bipolar is seemingly a "problem and flaw" that must be justified? Humanity never ceases to amaze me.
I believe another archaic word is in order and long overdue.
Luculent [loo-kyoo-luhnt] -adjective
1. clear or lucid: a luculent explanation. 2. convincing; cogent.
Origin: 1375-1425
Life can be just entirely acherontic, at times; I'm drawn to think that, usually, it's because it refuses to stay luculent. Sure, I've had the idea gainsaid before, but I think it's a deep-rooted fear we have to oppose the unknown ere we have the chance to know it. Life would surely be more luculent if we didn't ignore the fact it is unclear to begin with. You would think, in the spirit of knowledge, that more would deign the topic; mauger the plain logic I've just laid out, I have yet to find willing participants to help in aiding the end of my agony.
So, for one of my courses, we have to read colonial literature. And, in one of the books we're reading, "maugre" was used, and I didn't have to check the footnote to understand what it means. I flipped a shit, no lie.
I have come to the conclusion that one useless man...is called a disgrace, that two are called a law firm, and that three, or more, become a CONgress! And, by God, I have had this congress!
Benjamin Franklin: Please, Mr. Dickingson, are we to start banging? How is a man to sleep? *Congress laughs* John Dickinson: Forgive me, Dr. Franklin, but must you start speaking? How is a man to stay awake? *more laughter* Dickinson: We'll promise to be quiet, sir. I'm sure everyone prefers that you remain asleep. Franklin: If I am to hear myself called an Englishman, sir, I assure you I prefer I remain asleep. Dickinson: Ohh, now what's so terrible about being called an Englishman? The English don't seem to mind. Franklin: Nor would I - were I given the full rights of an Englishman! But to call me one without those rights is like calling an ox a bull: he's thankful for the honor, but he'd much rather have restored what's rightfully his. *Congress uproariously laughs; Franklin smiles pleasantly at Dickingson* Dickinson: ...When did you first notice they were missing, sir? *Congress laughs again and slightly jeers; Franklin laughs as well at the good play by Dickingson* Dickinson: Fortunately, the people of these colonies maintain a higher regard for their mother country. Franklin: Higher certainly than she feels for them. *gets up and starts walking towards Dickingson* Never was such a valuable possession so stupidly and so recklessly managed than this entire continent by the British crown: our industry discouraged, our resources pillaged - worst of all, our very character stifled. We've spawned a new race here, Mr. Dickingson - rougher, simpler, more violent, more enterprizing, less refined. We're a new nationality; we require a new nation.
Damned Hell, I had wanted to find sheet music for For Youduring the summer, not far after it had finished. Of course, this reminder led me to listening to some tracks and...geez, you forget how unnerving he can be. If you like raw rock, this is just downright gorgeous.
Beneath...the city... two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender... In a bedroom, locked In whispers of soft confusion...and then ...surrender In the tunnels uptown...the Rat's own dream guns him down Shots echo down them hallways in the night... No one watches as an ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light...
Outside, the streets are on fire - in a real death-waltz - Between what's flesh and what's fantasy And the poets down here don't write nothing at all - they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife - they reach for their moment and try to take an honest stand But they wind up wounded...not even dead...
Tonight... in... Jun- gle Land!
Well, there's a dark cloud rising from the desert storm I've packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm Gonna be a twister to blow everything down And I ain't got - the faith - to stand it's ground
Blow away! the dreams that tear you apart Blow away! the dreams that break your heart Blow away! the lies that leave you nothing but lost and broken-hearted...
So, oh, ohh - come take my hand We're riding out tonight to case the Promise Land Oh, oh - ohh, Thunder Road oh, Thunder Road, Thunder Road... Lying out there, like a killer in the sun! Baby, I know it's late - but we can make it, if we run Oh, oh, oh - oh, Thunder Road Sit tight - take hold! Thunder Road!
Well now, some folks are born into a good life And other folks get it anyway, anyhow Well now, I lost my money and I lost my wife But them things don't seem to matter much to me now
Tonight I'll be on that hill! 'cause I can't stop... I'll be on that hill with everything that I've got Lives on the line! Where dreams are found and lost! I'll be there on time! And I'll pay the cost For wanting things - that can - on-ly - be - found...
In the Darkness on the edge of town
Outside, inside - wherever you may be: Rosie! Come out tonight!
I feel like I should give you all an update of some sort, but I have none. Nothing entirely interesting, at least. Yet there's been stuff happening the past few days. I'm mostly stuck between stuff. I need to tie up loose projects.
Went to the dentist today. This was followed by an unexpected trip to Evanston Park and the beach by Northwestern. It was quite enjoyable. This train of thought may converge into another post, btw, later.
Not much really to say. Other than the heat for a few points, the weather was fantastic (shifting from gray, overcast to sunny depending on the time of day). I think I'd go crazy without anything other than Illinois weather. We're just so temperate all the time. Though when we do want to go extreme - watch out; the weather then goes all out (Chicago winters FTW!).
Yeah....
Time to tag on random song again. I've just had this stuck in my head the past couple days. It's astounding.
[edit] I just rememered something I had thought of earlier today. I could've saved it for later, but I suppose it fits here. I remember when I was younger, I never knew what the future would be like. I didn't really think that far ahead or I thought it'd be the same as things currently were - unstable and, for the most part, rather dismal. I lacked severe self-awareness when I was younger. I couldn't say it was really happy or sad, just that it was more depressing most of the time. What I couldn't have fathamed was that I'd end up being somewhere I wanted to be and utterly sure of that. I don't know if things are ideal and, if they are, who can say they'll stay that way? But I'm happy. And I'm sure of who I am. And I have at least two people who would support me through life and death and Hell and all the way back. And, to be honest, I wasn't even aware that would one day be possible. GMH
While a bit more crass than I tend to post, I found it hilarious - may it brighten your day (and make you think of genitals).
Nothing really new to say today. Was just in the mood for this song (or maybe Thundercrack...or Rosalita). From Shortbus, which is a fantastic movie. It might actually become the fifth of my favorite movies, though I have to see it once more to be certain. Unfortunately, one of my friends who met the director with me said he was a bit of a creeper (see, Kari, you're not alone). But the movie's still fantastic.
Incredible. Not just a quant song, the thing's bursting with talent. I remember someone once mentioned a rapper who worked around a speech impediment; I could be wrong, but I think that's what MC Chris does. Which, of course, is incredible. His flow is impecable for his speed and (supposed) speech impediment. And the rhyme is utterly crazy. Plus the constant nerd references hit oh so close to home. I mean, when't the next time you're going to hear in a rap someone comparing destroying stuff to River on Serenity? Ohhh, this is why I refuse to give up on this genre.
Has anyone else seen College Humor's If I Were a Bro? It's a parody off of Beyonce's If I Were a Boy. I never really was that interested in Beyonce's, but College Humor's is fantastic. I'm totally surprised at how good, funny, and yet powerful it is, all rolled in one. Naturally, I have no clue if anyone else is seeing it in the video; I think for most, the social commentary goes right over the head. Yet it's perfect and breaks most boundaries. Sorry, but I love it. It's awesome. Honestly, College Humor continues to steadily grow in high opinion, the more I watch of their videos.
For those who haven't seen it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaS6mlUS5Kw&feature=channel
I have to wonder how many of my posts actually correlate to things I thought of that day or ideas that had been brewing in my head for a while. In any case.
The part, I think, I hate most about being single is you simply don't have anyone to hold onto anymore. Not that it ever promises anything, but you don't have a person you can hug or be close to. I've always been, probably, too physical a person than for my own good (no sexual joke intended (heh, for once...)). But it's always unwise to simply jump for the next opportunity (as the past would remind me). Maybe I just miss the simple prospect of being with someone (though history would yet again remind me the unlikelihood of that).
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Bring. It. On. :]
Jonathan Robert Schmeling: A flute player and a fiddle player were standing on a sinking ship. "Help!" cried the fiddle player, "I can't swim!"//"Don't worry," said the flute player, "just fake it."
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Everyone is relieved when the case is closed. :]
Two floutists playing in unison.
They don't know where to enter or what key to use.
Six -- One to get the chair to stand on, one to stand on the chair and actually screw it in, one to pull the chair out from under her, and three more to complain about how much better they could have done it.
She sits on her throne and the world rotates around her. ;]
What is the difference between a clarinet and an onion?
Nobody cries when you chop a clarinet into pieces.
[WE ARE NOT SERIOUSLY SPENDING OUR TUESDAY AFTERNOON DOING THIS. xDD]
What is perfect pitch on a flute?
When it misses the rim of the toilet as you throw it in.
How do you stop a flute from being stolen?
You put it in a clarinet case.
What's do you call a Flute at attention?
Gay. God knows, it certainly isn't *straight*.
How do you know a clarinetist is playing loud?
You can ALMOST hear them.
Where do flutists do all their practicing?
When the director works with the trumpets (not that they don't spend 90 percent of that time talking).
Is there any difference between the sound of a clarinet and the cat in heat?
Yes, if the cat's in good health.
Me either.
More concrete.
Just one, but she'll have to twist it back and forth for an hour to make sure she gets it just right.
One, but he'll spend an hour looking through the box for JUST the right lightbulb.
The conductor moves them back a chair...
What do you call a good flute section?
Impossible
Why don't most wind symphony pieces have tempo changes in them?
There are already plenty of ritard.s in the flutes.
Someone who knows how to play the clarinet, but doesn't.
Now... I'd love to keep doing this, but I have to do my homework and eat dinner... before stadium rehearsal tonight. DDDx
Schmelly, why are we such band geeks?
What's the difference between a flutist and a seamstress?
A seamstress tucks the frills.
(switch the "t" and "f" if you don't get it...)
Honestly, there is no family quite like a band is.
Waitwait. One more.
If lost in the woods, who do you ask for directions, an in-tune sax player, an out-of-tune sax player, or Santa Claus?
The out-of-tune sax player. The other two indicate that you're hallucinating.
OKAY. OFF TO DO MY HOMEWORK NOWWW. <333
and what other family could be as ... "special" as a band family?
But I wouldn't trade it for anything!