Taylor and I had a senior portrait shoot today.
I was happy, because it was fun. Yay.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ghostinthemachine/sets/72157621958160256/
The Struggle
The struggle is a term usually described only in the most prolific manner. It must be a problem of significant proportion, and deal with the most life-threatening sources. In this common severity we forget the simplest forms of “struggle.”
One in particular is how we interact in the world. I must first tell you how I struggle with relationships in my life.
I’m struggling with friends. I cannot take the fact that they won’t get along. I can’t take the fact that they may be better than me. I cannot wrap my head around why they always make it out of anything better than me. It never fails, no matter how much I continue to tell myself that things will get better. I always wonder why I’m the first one to contact others in most cases. It’s because no one really values me to the same extent that I value them. So what does that tell you? I have no clue what to think of it.
I’m struggling with my opinions, because apparently I can never be vocal about them without being shut down. I’m almost never taken seriously. When I am, I’m a “dick” reportedly.
I’m struggling with everything. So much more to talk about, without the capacity. I think I’ll be a recluse for a while. Do my own thing.
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning.
He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and 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 and without stopping continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man 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 tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head 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 Joshua Bell, 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 the seats average $100.
Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an 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?
Source: washingtonpost.com
No Matter…
..How much I love you… I will never be in love with you. Some may say that we are so good for each other. We wear each other so well.
The only issue that tears us apart is that you make me try, yet you don’t provide anything that I couldn’t get from someone else. I work so hard, and you still give me bare minimum. That isn’t a relationship. That’s a project.
I’m sorry American Apparel. It’s how I feel.
Reblog with something DRAMATIC that happened in degrassi
plpz:
i’ll start:
emma got the clap.
marco go jumped for being gay D:
craig’s lil affair type thing with manny (=
paige getting raped
J.T. getting shot
Craig’s little cocaine habit
peter publicized a video of manny flashing the camera while she was drunk
Paige getting raped at a party.
I HATE this singing Kanye West, and think if someone who could actually sing made this song, it would be fantastic. The Video is very good though, so kudos to the director.
