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Tower of Sweetness
Imitation and Flattery — They really don’t go together. After all, a creative person doesn’t need to imitate as they can develop ideas in a second of inspiration through the spark of conversation or a flash of thought.
There is a great need for more creative souls in the world – those people who use their creativity and abilities to develop ideas, products, skills, behaviors to further the advancement of our human race.
The expression “life is short” is spoken too flippantly to give the impact it deserves. The other day, I read of a WWII gentleman who just celebrated his 110th birthday. Can you imagine what it would be like to live 110 years and look back at your life? Of what would you be most proud? Did you impact or inspire anyone? Did you speak more kind words than harsh? Did you have a gracious attitude even in duress?
During adversity, we find it most difficult to voice our gratitude. Yet today and tonight I had no trouble being thankful. I was greeted with enthusiasm as my local Post Office. The service at Sears was superb. I was helped at the cellular phone company with efficiency. The service I received and the calzone I consumed were great. The assistance at the pet store was outstanding. The employees at the office supply store were extremely helpful.
Then to top the day off — I was provided ease in prompt ordering at the coffee shop. The pièce de résistance was the iced mocha latte: served with a smile and a delightful tower of whipped cream. My “barista” Nate, was inspired to decorate the drink with a special care and a touch of creativity. I sure appreciated the effort.
Boobies or Bullies
pink and purple – they represent more than a color this month of October. One color is a “popular” choice for fundraisers — the other is not 😦
October is a month of crisp cool air for those of us living in the Northeast. Although autumn involved two of the worst events in my life, the fall remains my favorite season.
October is the month designated for observing and screening for cancer. The color PINK is everywhere you look — ribbons, shirts, pins — hair and food. Boobies are easier to think about and discuss. We get images of nurturing a life of an infant to a sensual adult pleasure. What’s not to like about boobs/breasts? Fundraisers for awareness, screening and survivors receive wholehearted support — emotionally and financially.
The reports of school violence astound us. Random shootings for revenge trouble us. We have become aware of ministers, priests, teachers, coaches, counselors who have crossed the line of comfort to criminal. It takes years for most abuse victims to step forward from the shadow of silence and confront the creeps.
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Does Size Matter?
What’s the Difference: Orchestra, Symphony, and Philharmonic?
The Dilemma: So are the musicians where you’ve been dragged part of an orchestra, a symphony, or a philharmonic?
And more important, is it intermission yet?
People You Can Impress: guys named Ludwig, Wolfgang, or Dmitri
The Quick Trick: All symphonies are orchestras, but only the big orchestras are symphonies.
Full orchestra: strings, winds, brass, harp, percussion — this group fills the stage.
Chamber Orchestra: strings, winds, sometimes brass, occasional harp, maybe percussion
Chamber Ensemble: One per instrument from 6 – 11
Quintet: 5 musicians – brass, woodwinds, strings with piano, mixed ensemble
Quartet: this shows a standard string quartet. Can be 4 winds, 4 brass, 4 percussion, or a mix.
Wind Trio: flute/basoon/oboe (shown) or oboe, clarinet, bassoon
or any mix of instruments — adds up to THREE (3) – hence a Trio
AND, what about a band, concert band and wind ensemble?
Concert Band: all winds (woodwinds/brass), string bass, percussion
Concert Band: all winds (woodwinds/brass), string bass, percussion, sometimes a harp
Bye Bye Box
This summer I did a “reboot” for my brain. My mind had been bombarded for years with poison darts and digs to my spirit. Since my brain has been boosted, I’m ready to embark on a sensory safari, prepare to launch, my long-lasting legacy – by offering my expertise in creativity, observation, insight, and idea implementation.
Many people fit in the box. Some people feel boxed-in.
A few people think outside-the-box.
I think about boxes. I build boxes. I certainly don’t “fit in” the box. Are you aware of my previous boxes? Did you notice my new business boxes?
What will I create as my future un-box?
Would you like to go outside your “inner-box” and discover the life you were designed to live?
Big Bully Boys
“You’re always at work!” a hateful soon-to-be X said to me. He attempted to imprison me in one of rooms in my home — the one that was set up as the new income producing “guest room.” It was OK if he was on call 24/7. I worked 7/24, but my work never received respect. If he built something – it was an engineering feat. When I painted walls and wood, it made everything come to life. What did I hear? “You just painted it . . .”
So cunning (con-ing) it was for me to pay rent in my own home – to work there. Slowly, steadily my income was drained as I deposited my salary the “joint account.” I inquired about work outside the businesses to get additional income so I could have money. Nope. “Just work your business more.” So I did. I worked and worked — and built and nurtured more amazing businesses.
It was just a few months earlier he said, “Get a job!” Then came “You can’t afford this place” followed by “You don’t want to share the profits.” — and those were the less ugly comments. The abuser used sever bullying and fear tactics to destroy everything I built for over 20 years.
The next-door un-neighborly lawyer joined in the stalking and harassment every Sunday afternoon that fateful summer of 2011. 4.5 years later, the knot is not officially untied. Starting over has been the biggest challenge in my life to point. Yet, I always remember how precious it is to be free from attack. Freedom is a crucial element for living.
The other day I was reminded of the unlikely product that showed up at a nearby gallery only one block down the street during 2010. It didn’t take long for them to add art classes — I had been offering those since 1994. But a pretzel?! I developed my own amazing pretzel recipe. I twisted my SofTwizts completely on my own. Have you ever heard of a gallery offering pretzels? Me neither. What unmittigated gall. That “downtown” gallery included Philly Pretzels within a couple months after snoop-scouting my studio coffeehouse. Whenever mARTi came up with another innovative idea, it was quickly included in another local (or gov’t funded library) business.
The latest stab in the back was the obvious buzzard business picking by the people who became replacements in my long-standing location. After perpetrated abuse resulted in the evacuation for my safety and employees/customers, I witnessed my brains being picked publically, perhaps with the aid of customers I advertised to obtain 😦
To add a twist of the knife of this knowledge, the location where the businesses I nurtured for over 2 decades — is back on the market within 1.5 years after my forced evacuation.
One of the advantages of an internet business is the sleuth-snooping will not directly impact my wallet and survival. When we speak of Cyber Space — that terminology gives me a bit of hope. I can create and help people around the world and my ideas are not as easily duplicated (except for downloading).
Welcome to a new “creative” blog writer who is discovering her place in the “wireless” world. She fits well into my iCygnet blog. Dana is developing her designs. We can encourage her to keep pursuing creativity. You are always Good Enough — just the way you are.
A Copper Penny In Your Eyes
Just discovered another poetic blog to follow — when I have time to read rather than write and reinvent (life).
Cleat, Coach, Courtesy
At what point did we (they), as a society become so self-centered that children are no longer taught MANNERS!
Today was an example how the “ME” generation treats other people. I walked into my local Starbucks and noticed that there was a long line waiting to be served. I set my laptop down on a chair to “reserve” the little side table designated for one/two people. As soon as I walked near the counter, in came a large group of girls in soccer outfits.
I decided to relinquish my place in line because I knew the Baristas would be inundated with non-stop drinks to craft — one at a time. Shortly after cleaning off my table (helping the employees who make your drinks, clean the tables, mop the floor, sanitize the restrooms) I noticed the entire area in front of the counter was getting piles of dirt clumps from their cleats.
The generation long past the 1980s may have been on their way to a game, yet there was NO understandable reason that the woman or man coach wouldn’t have mentioned to the group of 15 girls to kick the dirt off their sneakers before entering the drinking/eating/food establishment. Forgetful? Busy? OR how ’bout — inconsiderate!
Considering I was born in the generation when we still had respect for our parents, teachers, elders, aunts/uncles AND business establishments, I simply said in a kind way. “Could you ladies step outside for a moment to kick off the dirt on your sneakers?” The women coach said “It will be OK.” I looked puzzled and said “but they are getting dirt all over the floor.” She continued to explain “We’re on our way to a game.”
The next thought came in my mind was Why didn’t they wait till AFTER the game to get drinks? I was flabbergasted by the arrogance of this “role model (?!) The “coach” just showed, by her words and actions that it did not matter if they walked into a private, open-to-the-public business, and drop dirt from one door to the next. She showed her team that they were ENTITLED to their behaviors. The male coach in a short time (I went to my table stunned by their discourtesy) commented “You better get used to it.”
REALLY? I’m expected to get accustomed to arrogant, disrespectful children — Nope, not gonna happen, though I may need to look the other way — or leave — when I notice such disrespectful behavior in the future.
The topper-off was when the male “coach” turned to me attempting to make a point by saying “I guess you’re here for the Free wireless . . .” Well that did it! I looked him straight in his face and said “NO. I bring my OWN wireless.” The children were noticeably mocking the situation. BUT, there was the last girl in line who actually appeared sincere, and said the cliché expression “Have A Nice Weekend (Day)” . I said “Thank-you.” That ONE child may be the only person on her team to carry consideration into the future.
What the world needs now — is not LOVE — that’s over exaggerated with the expressions of: I love pizza, cellphones, cats/dogs, Starbucks, ice cream, the NFL.
We miss you Emily Post. What the world needs NOW — is MANNERS.
50 Shades of Grey – Part 2
Yesterday, I discovered that I am “trendy.” That’s an amusing revelation for me at 56 years of age. As it turns out, there is a new fashion trend across the world to create “Granny Hair.” I’m not a grandmother, yet I do have grey hair – at least my roots are naturally grey.
My first grey hair was spotted in college. Those were easy to pluck out. They were hidden by the long, wavy dark brown tresses that measured to my mid back. Three decades later, trips to a salon and hundreds of boxes of hair color later, I have decided to embrace the effects of “mother nature.”
There is a slight correlation to the pepper/white vehicle I drive and I have been accustomed to wearing black and white as a musician long before my hair began to transform.
I’m anticipating the transition to my “Granny Hair” hair and facilitated the process through another popular style – the “layered bob.”
My fraternal grandmother had lovely looking locks of silver for most of the time I knew her. My father’s hair remained salt and pepper from his 60s till it became snowy white wisps in his final years. My mother – well, it’s better if I let her give a descriptive posting on her blog . . .
I’m certainly thankful that the fashion of wearing a grey wig has not become a trend!
Now is it grey or gray?
Here is history repeating itself — through the fashion of hair styles and color.
Vincent & the Monkey
Originally posted on Danny Gregory:
Long after his death, Vincent van Gogh has been diagnosed with everything from schizophrenia to syphilis. He may have been bipolar or epileptic, eaten too much paint or drunk too much absinthe. Did van Gogh…
50 Shades of Grey
I was reminded of this blog post tonight.
Tonight I met the sister of a classmate from my High School. I had the chance to let her know how much I admired her family for being the only black family to enroll in my small town school in the 1970s and ask what it was like for them. We knew we received a very good public school education and acknowledged the respect we gave to teachers who were in charge of our education. We reminisced about the “old days” as they were — but mostly admitted how glad we were to move on in our life from High School. Over 35 years later, this wonderfully educated women transcends the prejudices society, towns and gender based systems hold on to regarding race and gender.
This is a re-blog from 2012 and seemed very appropriate to re-post after seeing
It’s interesting how much our country is shades of grey, yet…
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Snow, Smell, Smile
This season has been as unpredictable in Pennsylvania as usual. We did however, get the snow that was in the forecast. There was 7.5″ in our “neck of the woods.” It was a good snow for packing and creating snow sculptures — an activity I promoted in my former arts organization.
We were only inconvenienced for one day. And that one snow day was a good time to catch up on blogs and online sales listings.
The smell of chocolate/peanut butter and sugar cookies in the next room were somewhat distracting. The end result — was delicious.
The “accidently” broken cookies needed a taste-testing. Lucky for me.
The cookies on the left were enhanced with a dusting of white crystals (ala Frozen). I had a tradition of baking chocolate cookies on the first snowfall of the year. I’m sure I will bring that activity back when I have my own home and kitchen for baking.
If you have any photos of your snow creations or cookies — be sure to send them my way.
I anticipate a box of baked goods for this upcoming holiday 🙂
One of my favorites — crescent cookies!
This is one of the few blogs I follow — well written and insightful — fits right in to my blog concept.
A few weeks ago I wrote a post about a day back in circa 1988, when I was stranded in a small beach town, with a 10 digit phone number written on a piece of paper, that wasn’t getting through to anyone because the phone it was ringing was “out of range.”
Back then, after the stress of that day was in the past, I got a lot of mileage from retelling that story. With a story-teller’s licence, I felt free to exaggerate certain elements, and downplay others, and I seem to recall that the audience was in stitches when I retold it a few years later at my friend’s 21st.
Now that its 2014, the humour is somewhat lost – it just sounds quaint. Nowadays, the main point that story serves to reveal is my age, but also, the enormous advances in mobile phone technology that have occurred in the…
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