References.Quotes.

I had to write this huge paper for my health class and found really cool quotes.
So I'm sharing those references (everything on my bibliography page) with you.

I know. You're so excited.:D

Well first off, I managed to reference Jon Foreman's Mercy's War and the article he wrote for Huffington post over the weekend. Which I recommended in my last blog post.

Next.
This video. A comedian ranting about Pachelbel. Why? Because cellist's get the lamest parts in Pachelbel songs.


I talked about Zoe Keating briefly. Yes, I've recommended her before. Now go download this free song by her.

And lastly. I really really like quotes.

“Music is a beautiful opiate, if you don't take it too seriously.”
-Henry Miller.

“The most perfect technique is that which is not noticed at all.”
- Pablo Casals

“Cello players, like other great athletes, must keep their fingers exercised.”
- Julian Lloyd Webber

“The cello is like a beautiful woman who has not grown older, but younger with time, more slender, more supple, more graceful.”
-Pablo Casal

“Music isn't just learning notes and playing them, You learn notes to play to the music of your soul.”
- Katie Greenwood

I had a lot more references of technical stuff but this all I wanted to share. Hope you enjoyed!


(And if you can't figure out what my paper was about..even generally..really?!?!?!??)

Reasons 24, 400, and 395...

...why I like Switchfoot.

1. New podcast. So. Much. Fun.

2. They announced their new single: The Sound. Great fun fantastic song. (If you havent heard it-go listen to it here. Buy it here.)

3. Jon is writing genius. He just wrote this article for the Huffington Post. 9He's wirtten 2 or 3 others before).

"Maybe truth is not something that I can possess. Maybe truth is something which possesses me."

I look at the words now scrawled on the back of my hand. I think it over and look away. The clouds are turning colors, blue, grey, green, purple. The sun is setting off somewhere behind me. It's my favorite time of day. I look back at my hand and read the idea again.

"Maybe truth is something which possesses me."

To be possessed by truth rather than the other way round is a thought that goes against much of what I have been taught. In fact, most of my education has been presented as a growing accumulation of truth. Throughout public school, I was graded on my comprehension of the facts. The higher grades were awarded to those who really owned the material.

Great stuff. Read it.

Anyways. Thats all today kiddies. Love you much.

Best...Words.

Maybe the universe is trying to send me a message.

But I read two blogs back to back the other night, both on the power of words. So Im sharing them.

The first is by Anne Jackson. Its on the power of words and it def hit home for me.

For most of my life, I’ve been an extremely sensitive person. I also had a terribly awkward last name growing up, so it was easy to make fun of the goofy girl with big teeth and big eyes and a funny last name.

I spent a lot of my elementary school days crying alone in my room, brooding on whatever harsh words were spoken to me by my classmates.

In high school, I grew out of the big teeth (I actually quite like my teeth now), and found myself in academics and sports. I was in the National Honor Society, was identified by the Duke University talented program in the seventh grade, aced my honors classes, and excelled at basketball. Our family settled into Abilene for a few years while I was in high school and I made good friends that I still adore today. I didn’t get made fun of much then, or as I blossomed into an adult and into a couple of different careers.

My mom always prayed that I would have a sensitive heart, and now as I share it in a world where thousands can read and voice their own opinion, my skin has become soft again.

Words move me in dramatic ways – both positive, and negative.

Read the rest here.

And the second is by Jon Foreman.
He wrote a third article for the Huffington Post. Maybe its cause he's one of my heros of sorts and I try to write in a similar manner but it also struck a few chords with me.

Communication is a pregnancy of sorts. In a speaker's mind, a thought is conceived, then spoken, heard, and then ultimately gives birth to new thought in the listener's mental landscape. For example, when I say "tree," a picture builds in your imagination, a new life-form within your mind; a platonic idea of oak or maple appears out of nothing within your thoughts. This mental icon represents your understanding of the word. (Incidentally, this apprehension is independent of the speaker's intentions).

In many ways, words are metaphors pointing to the objects they represent. The word "tree" is not a tree; it is simply a placeholder for the real thing. Our understanding of the world is built upon a deeper set of presuppositions. Meaning demands meaning. Reason demands reason: 1+1=2, only when we agree upon the meaning of these symbols. The same is true for words. Words are our framework of meaning. Every one is a metaphor reaching to something beyond it's simple spelling and articulation.

Read the rest here.
The first two blogs on Huffington are also here and here.