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iliveforaliving: Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule. 4 minutes later:The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly. 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32. 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest 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 Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100. This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. The questions raised: *In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? *Do we stop to appreciate it? *Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made… How many other things are we missing?

iliveforaliving:

Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

4 minutes later:

The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

6 minutes:

A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

10 minutes:

A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.

45 minutes:

The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.

1 hour:

He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest 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 Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.

The questions raised:

*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?

*Do we stop to appreciate it?

*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…

How many other things are we missing?

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INFJ

“Counselors have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, and find great personal fulfillment interacting with people, nurturing their personal development, guiding them to realize their human potential. Although they are happy working at jobs (such as writing) that require solitude and close attention, Counselors do quite well with individuals or groups of people, provided that the personal interactions are not superficial, and that they find some quiet, private time every now and then to recharge their batteries. Counselors are both kind and positive in their handling of others; they are great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. Not usually visible leaders, Counselors prefer to work intensely with those close to them, especially on a one-to-one basis, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes.

Counselors are scarce, little more than three percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Friends or colleagues who have known them for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that Counselors are flighty or scattered; they value their integrity a great deal, but they have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them.

Counselors tend to work effectively in organizations. They value staff harmony and make every effort to help an organization run smoothly and pleasantly. They understand and use human systems creatively, and are good at consulting and cooperating with others. As employees or employers, Counselors are concerned with people’s feelings and are able to act as a barometer of the feelings within the organization.

Blessed with vivid imaginations, Counselors are often seen as the most poetical of all the types, and in fact they use a lot of poetic imagery in their everyday language. Their great talent for language-both written and spoken-is usually directed toward communicating with people in a personalized way. Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another’s emotions or intentions - good or evil - even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others’ feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor’s remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena.”

did i just read my life story?! i feel like this is me to an absolute tee. like literally someone’s been following me around everywhere and taking notes.

peterfeld:

You have to watch the whole 8:34. I didn’t at first, because I couldn’t take any more of seeing UC Davis Police Lt. John Pike (530-752-3989, japikeiii@ucdavis.edu) pepper-spray a row of peaceful students like they were cockroaches.

But watching the nonviolent crowd (I never believed that nonviolence is a morally superior tactic, but it is effective) shame the pigs pointing rifles at them, and force them to retreat and leave (“You can go!”), might be the most inspiring thing you see all year.

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Michael Moore: Do you know that on the day of the Columbine massacre, the US dropped more bombs on Kosovo than any other day?  Marilyn Manson: I do know that, and I think that’s really ironic, that nobody said ‘Well maybe the President had an influence on this violent behavior’. Because that’s not the way the media wants to take it and spin it, and turn it into fear, because then you’re watching television, you’re watching the news, you’re being pumped full of fear, there’s floods, there’s AIDS, there’s murder, cut to commercial, buy the Acura, buy the Colgate, if you have bad breath they’re not going to talk to you, if you have pimples, the girl’s not going to fuck you, and it’s just this campaign of fear, and consumption, and that’s what I think it’s all based on, the whole idea of ‘keep everyone afraid, and they’ll consume.’ dude, me and marilyn manson sharing lifeviews? cuhhhrazy.

Michael Moore: Do you know that on the day of the Columbine massacre, the US dropped more bombs on Kosovo than any other day? 

Marilyn Manson: I do know that, and I think that’s really ironic, that nobody said ‘Well maybe the President had an influence on this violent behavior’. Because that’s not the way the media wants to take it and spin it, and turn it into fear, because then you’re watching television, you’re watching the news, you’re being pumped full of fear, there’s floods, there’s AIDS, there’s murder, cut to commercial, buy the Acura, buy the Colgate, if you have bad breath they’re not going to talk to you, if you have pimples, the girl’s not going to fuck you, and it’s just this campaign of fear, and consumption, and that’s what I think it’s all based on, the whole idea of ‘keep everyone afraid, and they’ll consume.’

dude, me and marilyn manson sharing lifeviews? cuhhhrazy.

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woooop wooop freshly dyed hair and new purple glasses :)

woooop wooop freshly dyed hair and new purple glasses :)

cemented thoughts, kind of a bummer.

as in, my thoughts move so slowly from my head as if they were made of cement. i think it’s important for me to get things out once in a while. otherwise i think i’d just keep em all up here, hence beginning the cementation process.

school starts in a few days. i don’t have much desire to go back. i predict a lot of stress in the future. i begin my internship at the mountain view community services agency in the alpha omega homeless services program on september 6, and i don’t really know what to expect. i suppose i expect to learn a lot, but i’m very scared that i don’t know enough. i’m afraid that i’m gonna be in over my head. i can’t just skirt by like i normally do like this is just some easy A class. i need to dedicate myself to this task.. i need to really be like a sponge and just learn as much as i can from it. hopefully this reaffirms that i made the right choice in changing my major, hopefully i don’t mess up.

i am not looking forward to the same balancing act i did last semester. i was just too busy and too stressed that i would basically freak out at the drop of a hat. that’s why i dread leaving this summer behind so much.. it was so chill and stress-free. i literally did nothing but hang out all summer. and now.. back to reality? meh.

:|

what can i do to change this world? i see so much wrong with just how people treat others, how the underprivileged get knocked down so hard and taken advantage of by the wealthy, how the environment is polluted and dirty with all the fruits of greed and ignorance, and i just notice a general disregard and selfishness by people who care about nothing but themselves and the present. i try so hard to do my part, to be nice and kind to whomever (deserved or not), to care about this environment, to spread kindness and compassion and knowledge, and i’ve chosen to dedicate my career to trying to help as many people as i can, yet i see no end in sight to the injustices we face everyday just by living in our day and age. i can talk about it all i want, but that’s not what our generation wants. we want reality tv, and snooki, and skecher’s shape-ups, and starbucks, and twitter, and iphones, and all this bullshit we’ve been fed to blind us to the things that really matter, and it makes me… angry and sad for us. i wish people would take the time to notice what really happens in this world, and to think about something other than whatever mtv wants to throw at us.

don’t get me wrong, i love keeping up with the kardashians, and mac make-up, and celebrity magazines, but i don’t really feel a part of this generation. i don’t have a smart phone, and i don’t want one. i don’t want to check-in at every restaurant i go to. i don’t want to tweet my every little thought from my refrigerator (no lie, i saw one do this at best buy yesterday). i don’t want to read a book off a kindle. i don’t want a tablet that does everything my ipod already does. i just don’t. want. any. of it.

whatever happened to simplicity? why do i need to read books off a kindle? aren’t books portable already? why would you need multiple portable books when you can only read one at a time anyway? whatever happened to calling someone just to talk? or talking at all? i feel like texting and social networking is basically ruining human connection/relationships. your friend count on facebook is a lie; those people aren’t your friends. all this social media is just a caricature of real relationships. i see people glued to their phones, completely ignoring the person sitting across from them, and it annoys the shit out of me. why can’t people talk to the people they’re with anymore? who do you need to be texting while in the company of others? it’s just rude.

ugh. all these bad thoughts.. i don’t know why i never used to be so.. cynical? i’m not, though. i feel like all these thoughts are justified, and i feel like the things i want for this world and for my peers are just generally what everyone wants. we all want this world to be great, so why do we treat each other and the environment like shit?

how much will my willa wonka-themed wedding cost?!?! MUST KNOW.

how much will my willa wonka-themed wedding cost?!?! MUST KNOW.

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i guess i really love the sky? more about the sky!

escape

sky
wrap me in your tender
cerulean comfort
and carry me

up
      and
              away

into infinity
where i could float
with arms wide open
feeling your color
grazing my fingertips
your air filling my lungs
pure and light
hug me tight
without constricting
hold me
and whisper

“everything is going to be okay.”

i’ll believe you
because you have witnessed the world
you’ve seen horrors
and death and tears
but every day you rise
up to start a new day.

i wish
i had the same strength
as you.

05.20.08 - a favorite.

my relationship with the sky

you are elusive. no matter
how much i reach
for you, you move
farther away. we can never
be                   close.
you would never allow it.

you are difficult
to decipher.
some days, you’re beautiful
carefree

other days, you are
monochromatic.
apathetically slate blue.
your moods are sudden
            (w)reckless
you ruin my day.

you’re tense, your sweltering heat
shakes the atmosphere.

you storm and rage
i never understand
why.

i never understand

you.
i beg you to make
up your mind, calm down.
you are resistant,
cold. you don’t
care.
we can never
be together.

it’s weird being tan. i think the last time i was tan was freshman year of high school because of jv soccer. been spending tons of time of outside. we went to bodega bay yesterday for the second time this summer, and otherwise i’ve been lounging outside in jesse’s pool a couple days a week. it’s a nice change being tanner than norm but i definitely don’t like the tan lines. and i tan so easily too! i s’pose that’s my inner dark filipino coming out, but all in all i prefer my normal ghostly pale self. also, been laying off the heat tools and embracing my ‘natch wavy hair. go summer! i love you.

it’s weird being tan. i think the last time i was tan was freshman year of high school because of jv soccer. been spending tons of time of outside. we went to bodega bay yesterday for the second time this summer, and otherwise i’ve been lounging outside in jesse’s pool a couple days a week. it’s a nice change being tanner than norm but i definitely don’t like the tan lines. and i tan so easily too! i s’pose that’s my inner dark filipino coming out, but all in all i prefer my normal ghostly pale self. also, been laying off the heat tools and embracing my ‘natch wavy hair. go summer! i love you.