Sunday, January 25, 2009
Would there be anything wrong with growing up to be a crazy cat lady?
You might wonder why I would ask such a question. To be honest, I am not sure.
When you hear the moniker, "crazy cat lady" do you get a specific picture in your head?
Do you ever wonder what made her crazy in the first place? I do. At least I have an idea of what could have made her crazy. Or maybe I should say I know what makes me or has made me crazy.
Maybe she just got tired of the day to day ordinary grind of human existence and decided to really do her own thing. She must like cats.
I like cats too.
Friday, January 16, 2009
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold December morning. In the next 45 minutes, he played six pieces by Bach. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that roughly a thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
went by before a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, a man leaned against the wall to listen to the violinist, but then looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly, he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tugged him along and tried to hurry him, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head to look back all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was , one of the best 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 his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and ticket prices averaged $100.
This is a real 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 priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
It was only a matter of time and resistance was futile. I kept putting off friends who said I should join.
"It's fun!" they would say, " you get to touch base with old friends from high school or whatever. "
"There's fun games and shit, you'll like it".
It took a 13 year old boy to convince me. My nephew has a Facebook account. I don't get to see him very often and I like knowing what is going on with him. So, I joined.
In a 48 hour period I had been contacted by several people from high school.
I have stated before that I went to high school in Elko, NV. When I graduated I left and really haven't looked back. I have never gone to reunions or looked people up when I went there to visit my sister.
I have to say that I have been overwhelmed by the response to my joining Facebook and I think I mean that in a good way. In high school, I wasn't popular but I knew just about everyone on some level. I didn't party and really didn't feel like I was in with the mormon kids either. I was just this loner weird girl who was trying to get through the experience the best she could.
I didn't look back...
I have now started to look back.
I have found that leaving and not looking back is something I have cultivated all of my life and I have come to the conclusion that this has not served me. I walked away from Elko, I walked away from most of my family, I walked away from the gay community, I walked away from the theatre. I have been facing feelings, thoughts, regrets, resentments and all sorts of stuff I should've dealt with years ago. I have also been reunited with some people who I have dearly missed.
Sometimes I find myself looking in the mirror and seeing a room full of strangers in the reflection. Well, its time I knew them for who they are.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
(All dates are subject to change)
http://www.earthjam.org/ April 25-26
Trading/gifting opportunities at http://www.element11.org/ May 29-31
The Lamoille Country Fair June 28
Any and all Aspen Grove campouts. Check this link for dates http://aspengrove.magickdream.com
Hopefully more dates to come. If you are interested in something, please feel free to email me.