7:30 pm - ches (violin) and crisis (bow).
here's the plan: take 1 photo every day for 201 days. why 201 you ask? because originally I was going to do 2010, to represent the new year. but I figured that would be a mite of a stretch.
this blog is meant for friends and family who are interested. any other blog that seems like it stems from me, it's not for your consumption! kidding. I only have one other blog, and you will never find it.
sorry.
I've been inspired by this and this and a little of this. oh, and LOTS of this. I like reading text, so my pictures will probably include some writing. I would really love to do something similar to the "nie and you" blog, where each day she has a picture taken by a woman in Germany and then one from her life in the US. if you're interested in doing something like that, we should talk.
perhaps I am getting a little ahead of myself.
in other words, this is why I started playing the violin. I was 3 1/2 when I asked my mom if I could start. she waited a year to make sure I was serious before signing me up for suzuki lessons with Mr. Rogers (not from the TV show, as I've been asked by impressionable young minds) and a cardboard violin. as an extremely shy and rather stubborn child, I refused to shake Mr Rogers' hand at the beginning of the lesson. (it's a suzuki thing.) I didn't pick up a real violin until six months later.
when I was 6 or 7, my mom phoned Mr Rogers and told him that I was going to take a break from the violin. 15 minute practice sessions had become a real struggle, usually ending up with me in tears and in the laundrey room taking a time-out. when I came home from school, she informed me of the telephone call. I sat on the couch and cried. I couldn't imagine not playing the violin, as much as I hated it at times. so mom called Mr Rogers back and informed him that my break was very short-lived.
I think that sums up my relationship with the violin. it annoys me sometimes (though not nearly as much as it used to), but I can't imagine not playing it. I will always play. even when I'm living in a senior center in diapers with a little drool on my chin and kids are coming to perform for me, instead of the other way around.
this blog is meant for friends and family who are interested. any other blog that seems like it stems from me, it's not for your consumption! kidding. I only have one other blog, and you will never find it.
sorry.
I've been inspired by this and this and a little of this. oh, and LOTS of this. I like reading text, so my pictures will probably include some writing. I would really love to do something similar to the "nie and you" blog, where each day she has a picture taken by a woman in Germany and then one from her life in the US. if you're interested in doing something like that, we should talk.
perhaps I am getting a little ahead of myself.
in other words, this is why I started playing the violin. I was 3 1/2 when I asked my mom if I could start. she waited a year to make sure I was serious before signing me up for suzuki lessons with Mr. Rogers (not from the TV show, as I've been asked by impressionable young minds) and a cardboard violin. as an extremely shy and rather stubborn child, I refused to shake Mr Rogers' hand at the beginning of the lesson. (it's a suzuki thing.) I didn't pick up a real violin until six months later.
when I was 6 or 7, my mom phoned Mr Rogers and told him that I was going to take a break from the violin. 15 minute practice sessions had become a real struggle, usually ending up with me in tears and in the laundrey room taking a time-out. when I came home from school, she informed me of the telephone call. I sat on the couch and cried. I couldn't imagine not playing the violin, as much as I hated it at times. so mom called Mr Rogers back and informed him that my break was very short-lived.
I think that sums up my relationship with the violin. it annoys me sometimes (though not nearly as much as it used to), but I can't imagine not playing it. I will always play. even when I'm living in a senior center in diapers with a little drool on my chin and kids are coming to perform for me, instead of the other way around.
And don't forget the influence of big bird on your violin decision. You've never eaten poultry since!
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