I have a confession to make. I'm about to bore you to tears. Okay, maybe not literally, but I'm writing about something I find terribly exciting, and there are those of you, dear readers, who may not agree. So I'm giving you an out. Right now, just stop reading. Is anyone still there? Good. Because we're about to get "knotty." I love to knit. There, I said it. If I could do nothing but knit, read, write, and drink tea, I'd be a very contented person. Not exciting, just contented. I've been knitting for a few years now. I wish I could say I learned from my grandmother or something that sounds much better than "I learned from Youtube." Actually, that doesn't sound too bad--Youtube is pretty indispensable when it comes to knitting. You can watch videos of all the stitches, which makes it easier to catch on sometimes. Up until recently, though, my knitting has not been varied. I knit scarves (the essential beginner project). I've ...
Today I had the opportunity to hear some local music students play Christmas pieces on the piano. When you really think about it, music is an absolutely amazing creation. By taking a series of random sounds together, you can form a melody, and once that basic melody is complete, you have an infinite number of options for a harmony. You can take a simple song and put it into a minor key, giving it an ominous feel, or jazz it up with some runs and a repeating pattern in the bass. You can syncopate the notes to your choosing, and each time, you create a new piece of music: a new way of listening to something familiar. I think that is one of my favorite things about Christmas music. Because Christmas music is so engrained in our holiday traditions and such an important part of the season {in fact, I can think of no other season where that is quite the same}, every time you turn on the radio, you might hear the exact same songs, but each time, they are different. I know for ...
Yesterday, there was an election. Did you vote? I'm not asking for whom; as I told my students, I can't discuss that. The privacy of the voting booth could be likened to that of a priest or doctor/patient confidentiality {at least when you teach school...not everyone falls under that level of secrecy}. When my students asked me who I voted for, I told them I couldn't tell them because I wasn't allowed to influence their opinions or views on things. "But," I told them, "what's most important is that I voted." {Yes, I just quoted myself there.} Are you aware that our country has been in existence since 1776? That, on a global scale, our country is a mere fledgling at only 240 years old? And that women have only had the right to vote for less than one hundred of those years? 96 years. Women have been able to vote for only 96 years. That's 24 presidential elections. And that's pathetic. Yesterday, my Facebook status r...
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