Innocent Ramblings of a So-Called Writer

I write for fun and sometimes for money. I make you no promises that this will be funny. I'm not poetic (at least not on purpose). I just blog whatever thoughts float to the surface. Comments to a blogger are like nip to a kitten. Leave me some and I'll be yours - totally smitten.

You have no idea how many stabs I took at that intro. Hence, why I put "So-Called" right there in the title. No false expectations.

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Nov 22


Perception
Something to think about…. 
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes: The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
The questions raised:
*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.
How many other things are we missing?
(via heymissy:allthingsalishan:mzreport:genevieveclare)


Perception

Something to think about….

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

The questions raised:

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.

How many other things are we missing?

(via heymissy:allthingsalishan:mzreport:genevieveclare)


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Nov 17
ethancushing:

YES!

YES INDEED!!!!!

ethancushing:

YES!

YES INDEED!!!!!


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Nov 17
Heart. Love. Adore. Awesome.
Legen -  Wait for it -  DARY!

Heart. Love. Adore. Awesome.

Legen -  Wait for it -  DARY!


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Nov 15

In the words of a show I don’t even watch but obviously am culturally aware enough to grasp on to the salient details of….. “I DIE”.

genevieveclare:

Annie Playing

I’ve become one of those people that posts videos of their dogs/babies doing boring shit.  I wish I was even remotely embarrassed.

We started calling her Annie (like Little Orphan Annie), and have absolutely fallen in love with her - shocking, I know.  If we didn’t travel so much and had room in this shoebox of an apartment, we definitely would have kept her.  But it wouldn’t have been fair to her as she grew up, so…

We may have found a permanent home for the little one!  Casey and I are sharing her this week and then she’s off to a friend of a friend this Saturday, who wants to adopt her.


There are so many pups at Biscuits & Bath and all over the country who need adopting.  Please, please, please consider adoption if you’re thinking about getting a dog.

PS: Thanks to Mary and Meera for giving her the creepy rat toy.


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Nov 13
“Paying taxes is like going to the zoo. Admission is twenty bucks. You can’t walk in and go, “Here’s $18.50. I don’t like zebras.” Jon Stewart, demolishing the rationale behind the Stupak Amendment. (via alcaniglia: absurdlakefront: apsies) (via lizlemon) (via inmyopinion)

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Nov 10

Joe on SYTYCD

  • Precious Mollee (Age 18, on SYTYCD) : So tonight, we are pushing "cute Mollee" off the stage, and when I step out there tonight I am going to be "sexy Mollee"!
  • Joe (watching from the couch): No! No! How about "mature, responsible Mollee!"
  • Joe was really uncomfortable with the idea of Sexy Mollee. Turns out, so was Mollee. Her dance was terrible.

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Nov 10
icanmakewaffles:

This 1961 postcard sure makes the East Peoria, Ill., Holiday Inn look glamorous.

I have been to East Peoria on quite a few occasions (unfortunately). I can tell you with some authority that there is absolutely nothing glamorous about it. Though, it is quite possible that this hotel is still there, granted it is more likely a meth lab now than a hotel.

icanmakewaffles:

This 1961 postcard sure makes the East Peoria, Ill., Holiday Inn look glamorous.

I have been to East Peoria on quite a few occasions (unfortunately). I can tell you with some authority that there is absolutely nothing glamorous about it. Though, it is quite possible that this hotel is still there, granted it is more likely a meth lab now than a hotel.


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Nov 9

Preetiest Hair in Hollywood

These are the women who I believe have the most enviable locks in LaLa Land:

(In no particular order)

1) Sarah Chalke

2) Mandy Moore

3) Sarah Lancaster

4) Isla Fisher

5) Reese Witherspoon

No. It is not a mistake that I have, on more than on occasion, copied every single one of these cuts/colors. (And I will continue to do so.)

What do you think? Did I forget anyone?


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Nov 9

To Long to Tweet

I had a really idiotic thought this morning.  ”Man! I hate it when I have {what I believe to be} something really funny to say that doesn’t fit in 140 characters!”

Uh yeah, dimwit, that is what you started a blog for SEVERAL YEARS before you ever even heard of Twitter.

Anyway, here is what I was wanting to say when I had that brainless revelation:

The panicked adrenaline rush that I get when I almost side swipe the wall in our incredibly narrow parking garage at work is EXACTLY equivalent to the rush that I get when almost accidentally dropping a piece of toast jelly-side down.   Apparently I find getting massive body work on my car done to be just as much of a hassle as getting out the Windex to wipe down the counter.   Curious.


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Nov 9

An Open Letter to the Man That Runs the Tasti D-Lite On My Block

genevieveclare:

Dear Sir,

When my family goes around the table this Thanksgiving to say what we’re grateful for, your name is going to come up.

I’m grateful that you act like you have no idea who I am each time I walk into your tiny shop five times a week.  I’m grateful that we put on a complex theatrical performance night after night – with me pretending to scan the menu on the wall, and you asking if I would like a topping like I haven’t ordered the exact same god@mn thing for six months.  I’m grateful when our eyes meet across the store and you mouth “What would you like?” while foreigners are crowding me, cramming Sweedish Fish into their clear plastic bags.  I’m grateful that you continue to let me put $5.25 on my credit card each night when I’m sure it costs you more than that just to run it through your ancient dial-up machine.  I’m grateful that you don’t judge me when I walk in still sweating from a workout or when my pajamas peek out from underneath my coat just a little bit.

People say that heroes live among us.  And you sir, are mine.

I love you,

Genna

Another reason to be grateful:  Some of us don’t have fro yo within walking distance at all. I have to drive 7 minutes to get to frozen custard (not the same), and 25 for the Charlotte version of Pink Berry.


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