Read these articles then check out the comments. I comment using the name "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", so watch out for me!! Here are the links:
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/04/10/happiness-beyond-the-data/?src=me&ref=general
and this one, too:
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/04/10/the-power-of-talking-to-your-baby/
What are you passionate about? Find a site or a blogspot (like this one) and follow it and COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!!
(I love to hear your comments, to go ahead and let lose.)
~Musica
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Lists
Today I'm making lists. Lots of lists.
1.) 10 things I know to be true:
*Chocolate is delicious
*Music is beautiful
*Everything has beauty, just not everyone can see it
*My past does not define (but does influence) my future
*Regrets are a waste of time
*Do what you love
*If you let fear rule your life then you're boring
*Modest is Hottest
*Doing unexpected things is a fun way to change the world
*Disney Channel is cool, no matter what anybody says
2.)10 objects I can't live without
*My piano
*My Care bear (they're cute!!)
*My secret chocolate stash
*My staff paper (special paper for composing)
*Sour patch watermelon and strawberry licorice while watching a movie
*Movies (any and all, except the SUPER scary ones)
*Awesome movie soundtracks
*My guitar (even though I stink)
*My guitar chord book
*Money (It's a fact of life)
3.) 10 things I should've learned by now
*Boys have cooties...until they don't
*Every hello has a goodbye
*I cannot change people and they will rarely change themselves
*Leaving tape in my room unattended is a bad idea
*It isn't appropriate to ask your mom if you can ride in the shopping cart when you're...older than ten.
*Don't watch scary movies before bed
*I'm too old to run, jump on the shopping cart, and ride out to our car (after doing that the entire time in the store, of course)
*I'm bad at shaving. Seriously bad.
*I'm a little bit too hyper for my own good
*I'm just a little bit too obsessed with music...if that's possible
4.) 10 of my greatest fears
*Rejection
*Falling in Love
*My first kiss
*Spiders
*Snakes
*Boys
*Big Dogs
*Murderers and Serial Killers
*Roller coasters
*Flirting
5.) The 10 anythings that make me the most happy
*My sister (seriously)
*My other sister (the baby one)
*My one and only brother
*Music
*Chocolate
*My best friend
*My other best friend
*Boys
*Roller Coasters
*Movies
6.) 10 places I will visit before I die
*Great Britain
*Hollywood
*L.A.
*Seattle
*New York
*Paris, Nevada
*Paris, France
*Russia
*Rhode Island
*Brazil
Now, for a poem. After all, lyrics are very poetic--even though this poem doesn't rhyme:
Katie
Hyperactive, Hilarious, Happy, Headstrong
Sara, Paige, Jordan, Mia
Love of Music, Chocolate, People
Who feels Embarrassed around boys most of the time, Energetic around her friends, and downright Edgy around her family
Who needs somebody to love, something to do or somewhere to be at all times, and something to dream about.
Who gives everything to loved ones, nothing to hated ones, and something different to anyone else.
Who fears Boys, Kissing, and Killers.
Who would like to see Great Britain, Russia, and Hollywood.
Who lives somewhere beautiful.
Clark
~Musica
1.) 10 things I know to be true:
*Chocolate is delicious
*Music is beautiful
*Everything has beauty, just not everyone can see it
*My past does not define (but does influence) my future
*Regrets are a waste of time
*Do what you love
*If you let fear rule your life then you're boring
*Modest is Hottest
*Doing unexpected things is a fun way to change the world
*Disney Channel is cool, no matter what anybody says
2.)10 objects I can't live without
*My piano
*My Care bear (they're cute!!)
*My secret chocolate stash
*My staff paper (special paper for composing)
*Sour patch watermelon and strawberry licorice while watching a movie
*Movies (any and all, except the SUPER scary ones)
*Awesome movie soundtracks
*My guitar (even though I stink)
*My guitar chord book
*Money (It's a fact of life)
3.) 10 things I should've learned by now
*Boys have cooties...until they don't
*Every hello has a goodbye
*I cannot change people and they will rarely change themselves
*Leaving tape in my room unattended is a bad idea
*It isn't appropriate to ask your mom if you can ride in the shopping cart when you're...older than ten.
*Don't watch scary movies before bed
*I'm too old to run, jump on the shopping cart, and ride out to our car (after doing that the entire time in the store, of course)
*I'm bad at shaving. Seriously bad.
*I'm a little bit too hyper for my own good
*I'm just a little bit too obsessed with music...if that's possible
4.) 10 of my greatest fears
*Rejection
*Falling in Love
*My first kiss
*Spiders
*Snakes
*Boys
*Big Dogs
*Murderers and Serial Killers
*Roller coasters
*Flirting
5.) The 10 anythings that make me the most happy
*My sister (seriously)
*My other sister (the baby one)
*My one and only brother
*Music
*Chocolate
*My best friend
*My other best friend
*Boys
*Roller Coasters
*Movies
6.) 10 places I will visit before I die
*Great Britain
*Hollywood
*L.A.
*Seattle
*New York
*Paris, Nevada
*Paris, France
*Russia
*Rhode Island
*Brazil
Now, for a poem. After all, lyrics are very poetic--even though this poem doesn't rhyme:
Katie
Hyperactive, Hilarious, Happy, Headstrong
Sara, Paige, Jordan, Mia
Love of Music, Chocolate, People
Who feels Embarrassed around boys most of the time, Energetic around her friends, and downright Edgy around her family
Who needs somebody to love, something to do or somewhere to be at all times, and something to dream about.
Who gives everything to loved ones, nothing to hated ones, and something different to anyone else.
Who fears Boys, Kissing, and Killers.
Who would like to see Great Britain, Russia, and Hollywood.
Who lives somewhere beautiful.
Clark
~Musica
Friday, March 15, 2013
Personal Reflections
Today I will be reflecting on "an experience outside of your normal routine where the most clarity of life comes", as directed by my writing teacher. (I love Mrs. M!) She also told me to answer three questions:
1-Who am I?
2-What was I born to do?
3-What is stopping me or what is helping me to do what I was born to do?
Well, I guess I had better start writing.
My experience is about three days ago. Well...for some reason I had the strange desire to buy myself a ukulele. Don't ask why, because I really don't know. Anyway, I wanted a ukulele and I told my mom that. She said, "We can go to the music store tomorrow and see if we can buy one." So, the next day, we did just that. We went to the cheapest music store in town and looked at ukuleles. I loved the feel of the instrument in my hands. It felt...magical to hold something that could make such a beautiful sound. I found an Adele booklet and started playing I set fire to the rain and Rolling in the Deep. It sounded so beautiful and tropical. I didn't even know that anything could sound tropical, but, apparently, Adele songs can, when played on a soprano uke. Then something magical happened. I looked away from the rack of pink, purple, blue, brown, and orange ukuleles and, suddenly, I noticed the rest of the music store. On the left of the store was a supposedly sound-proof room that held violins, violas, and cellos. On the right side of the store was another sound-proof room that held mandolins, banjos, and other extreme guitar-and-ukulele-like instruments. In the middle--amongst the shelves and racks of music books, flash cards, softwares, key chains, and composer busts--were drums, amps, and guitars. Oh, holy guitars! There were SO MANY guitars that it was crazy. I immediately set the ukulele down, picked up a guitar learner's booklet, and ran to the leather stool that stood beside a gorgeous dark brown acoustic. I tried to reach the chords, but it was hard. Really hard. Really really hard. But, I guess, that's what made it exciting. Intoxicating. Enthralling. I kept trying to reach the impossibly hard-to-reach chords and, eventually, I got it. The sound that it made was like a dying cat. Creepy, crazy, off-key. By a lot. But I figured out that if I adjusted my fingers slightly I could make the chord sound...eh...decent. I must have practiced for a full fifteen minutes before I realized that my mom was wandering around with a really lost expression on her face. I don't know what possessed me, but I ran to her and told her that I wanted a guitar. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Positive," I replied. And I was. Until I got home and tried to play some more. I played until my fingers were sore, then I ate dinner and went to bed. The next day (yesterday) I came home from school, did my homework, and played my guitar (I decided to get a light brown acoustic). I played and played and played and played and played. I played until my fingers were raw. Actually, it hurts to type this right now. My fingers were so raw and had such deep cuts from the strings that skin started peeling off them and they started bleeding a little bit. When you touch them they sting. Really bad. But I found that it was easier to play. I even learned how to play We are never ever ever ever getting back together by Taylor Swift. I think that I was addicted. Actually, I know that I am addicted because I really want to leave this computer and go play my guitar right now, despite the pain.
1-Who am I?
To you guys I am Musica. I like it that way. I don't get ignored because of my name, I don't get rude comments because my posts are weird of boring. Musica simply says that I love music. And I like it that way.
2-What was I born to do?
I was born to play music. I think that you all have figured that out by now. If you haven't, then...I have no words.
3-What is stopping me or what is helping me to do what I was born to do?
Nothing is stopping me. Obviously, my new instrument is helping me. I think that as long as I can play or sing or even hear music then I will be fine.
With that in mind,
Who are you?
What were you born to do?
What is stopping you or what is helping you to do what I was born to do?
~Musica
1-Who am I?
2-What was I born to do?
3-What is stopping me or what is helping me to do what I was born to do?
Well, I guess I had better start writing.
My experience is about three days ago. Well...for some reason I had the strange desire to buy myself a ukulele. Don't ask why, because I really don't know. Anyway, I wanted a ukulele and I told my mom that. She said, "We can go to the music store tomorrow and see if we can buy one." So, the next day, we did just that. We went to the cheapest music store in town and looked at ukuleles. I loved the feel of the instrument in my hands. It felt...magical to hold something that could make such a beautiful sound. I found an Adele booklet and started playing I set fire to the rain and Rolling in the Deep. It sounded so beautiful and tropical. I didn't even know that anything could sound tropical, but, apparently, Adele songs can, when played on a soprano uke. Then something magical happened. I looked away from the rack of pink, purple, blue, brown, and orange ukuleles and, suddenly, I noticed the rest of the music store. On the left of the store was a supposedly sound-proof room that held violins, violas, and cellos. On the right side of the store was another sound-proof room that held mandolins, banjos, and other extreme guitar-and-ukulele-like instruments. In the middle--amongst the shelves and racks of music books, flash cards, softwares, key chains, and composer busts--were drums, amps, and guitars. Oh, holy guitars! There were SO MANY guitars that it was crazy. I immediately set the ukulele down, picked up a guitar learner's booklet, and ran to the leather stool that stood beside a gorgeous dark brown acoustic. I tried to reach the chords, but it was hard. Really hard. Really really hard. But, I guess, that's what made it exciting. Intoxicating. Enthralling. I kept trying to reach the impossibly hard-to-reach chords and, eventually, I got it. The sound that it made was like a dying cat. Creepy, crazy, off-key. By a lot. But I figured out that if I adjusted my fingers slightly I could make the chord sound...eh...decent. I must have practiced for a full fifteen minutes before I realized that my mom was wandering around with a really lost expression on her face. I don't know what possessed me, but I ran to her and told her that I wanted a guitar. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Positive," I replied. And I was. Until I got home and tried to play some more. I played until my fingers were sore, then I ate dinner and went to bed. The next day (yesterday) I came home from school, did my homework, and played my guitar (I decided to get a light brown acoustic). I played and played and played and played and played. I played until my fingers were raw. Actually, it hurts to type this right now. My fingers were so raw and had such deep cuts from the strings that skin started peeling off them and they started bleeding a little bit. When you touch them they sting. Really bad. But I found that it was easier to play. I even learned how to play We are never ever ever ever getting back together by Taylor Swift. I think that I was addicted. Actually, I know that I am addicted because I really want to leave this computer and go play my guitar right now, despite the pain.
1-Who am I?
To you guys I am Musica. I like it that way. I don't get ignored because of my name, I don't get rude comments because my posts are weird of boring. Musica simply says that I love music. And I like it that way.
2-What was I born to do?
I was born to play music. I think that you all have figured that out by now. If you haven't, then...I have no words.
3-What is stopping me or what is helping me to do what I was born to do?
Nothing is stopping me. Obviously, my new instrument is helping me. I think that as long as I can play or sing or even hear music then I will be fine.
With that in mind,
Who are you?
What were you born to do?
What is stopping you or what is helping you to do what I was born to do?
~Musica
Thursday, March 14, 2013
From Ukuleles to Guitars
Okay. So...Yesterday I made a post about getting my first ukulele, but then I accidentally deleted it. Silly me! So, anyway, I was going to get my first ukulele yesterday, but here's what happened instead:
I went to the music store and ended up buying my first guitar instead of a ukulele.
Exciting, huh?
That's all for now. Keep watching for more posts!!
~Musica
I went to the music store and ended up buying my first guitar instead of a ukulele.
Exciting, huh?
That's all for now. Keep watching for more posts!!
~Musica
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