Little drummer boy, God given talent, and synchronicities
4 year old kid, been playing since he was 3 and a half. Frikkin' amazing.
Click HEREIt had me wondering about synchronicities.
First, a parent noticed him at 3 hitting play-doh cans with spoons, and paying attention to it.
The usual parental response is relief, glad the kid's occupied, and subsequent ignoring, so the parent can go back to doing their own thing.
Then to give the kid drums...
Kids do a LOT of things.
What if he'd been in a sandbox, and the parent caught note of that, and bought him a shovel instead?
Or a play chef's kit. Or a nice outfit.
Point being, the frikkin' series of synchs-- to notice the kid's interest, to exactly hit on the kid's instinctual talent, to give the kid the means (the drums) ALL TOGETHER at a single, perfect point in a persons life.
An incredible amount of synchronicities had to happen for this.
Which led me to another question.
Is this shit in all of us? Are we all geniuses, in one area or another?
Could I have been the greatest bagpipes player ever, had a series of events led to bagpipes in my arms?
(kidding, i can't stand the sound of 'em, but its just an example)
The old lady waitress who brings your pancakes...could she have been the best brain surgeon ever, but never had the exact sequence of life events necessary to bring her there?
And then there's choice.
It is up to us to find our own talents.
But often, I see people whose deliberate chosen field is unsuited to them.
I had an ex, who was an excellent artist and musician, but chose to be a college professor instead.
He got his ph d in human behavior. His human behavior was always questionable.
He got fired for screwing a student in a religious college.
For fricks sake, why didn't he pursue the music or art, and screw the groupies? Music was where his talent was at.
Yet he fancied himself a doctor and psychologist, where his talents were sorely lacking.
Point being, i think it takes a lot of awareness to see our true talents.
Some are developed...there are a lot of musicians and artists out there who were never prodigies, but became better than the average bear by dedication and committment.
Was that their true calling? Or could their genius have been somewhere else?
I guess it doesn't matter, as long as it leads to joy or satisfaction.
But that's why I chose this particular video. The kid has a few out there, but in this one, he's so happy, smiling in the beginning, screaming at the end. It's really beautiful.
Labels: drums, synchronicities, talent
No Pooh, pooey!
Day 5. Broke down and washed my hair...somewhat. Put a tiny drop of shampoo in a tiny bit of conditioner, watered the whole thing down...
Wowza! New trickeroo!
My hair came out gorgeous. I have no idea if it was 5 days worth of quasi no-shampooing or what.
Could not hang without shampoo. Day 3 or 4, used baking soda. Closest I got to a shampoo clean. Also did a daily rinse w/a bit of apple cider vinegar in water, and added a sprinkle of stevia leaf. Did have a very healthy scalp condition, but could not handle the not-clean feeling of the hair. Didn't like running my fingers thru my hair.
Not only that, I have long hair, and not using shampoo meant having to spend a LOT of extra time on it, brushing it w/a natural bristle brush, etc., just way too much time. So I caved. But I am going to use my new trick...a tiny splash of shampoo in some conditioner w/water. Loved how my hair came out.
No Pooh, no shampoo day 3
Stumbled upon the idea of not using shampoo. Proponents said their hair was not greasy, its great, so I decided to give it a try.
Its day 3. I've been using water, followed by a quick rinse with about a tablespoon of apple cider vinegar in water, and then another rinse to get the vinegar smell out. On day 2, my hair looked enviously shiny, but not greasy. Day 3, I'm not loving it, but there's supposed to be a greasy phase you go thru the first month. I may not make it. I came dangerously close to dousing my head with shampoo today, but didn't. Plus its been really hot and I'm sweating a lot. Doesn't make this easier...
Back in the old days, they only took a bath a week or month, and did not have chemical shampoos. Now I know why they brushed their hair 100 strokes. Its to distribute the grease thru the hair.
Why am I doing this?
1. Because I love my hair, and have been losing it. I've lost at least 25%, probably more. I tend to lose it when I stress, but I don't think chemicals are helping.
2. I'm sick of toxic chemicals being dumped on me by greedy corporations who say chemicals in barely detectable amounts are harmless. Yeah, maybe if we only used shampoo. But add those harmless, barely detectable amounts up. Your toothpaste. Your deodorant. Your cologne. Your dishwashing detergent. Your soap. Your laundry soap. Your make up. Your hand and body lotion. Your foot powder. Your air freshener. The air you breathe. Is it still harmless when you add it all up over decades? Which ones? Which combinations? They can't tell you. Its just my personal stance against corporations who don't care about human health and well being. So my way of saying screw you to them is to quit buying their products.
I was using all natural shampoos, and chemical free products, then I thought, what about just water???
so, back to my no shampoo experiment...some links below if you're interested.
Here's a link about it, and here's
Penny Weynberg, who hasn't shampooed her hair in 11 years, and another link with a lot of posts by people who've done it
here.
Virginity
I was confronted by the word "Virgin" today. There's a book out with that title, by Hanne Blank, whose style and subject matter I usually adore. But I was not able to even read the reviews. The word brings up too much discomfort. From being 14 and deciding to lose my virginity at 16, to my mother telling me the use of tampons would eliminate my 'virgin' status, to gasping, "I want to save it for marriage," as J.B. date raped me, to my sadness because when I finally did fall in love with someone, he was not able to be my first...the whole 'virgin' thing absolutely sucked. I'd like to erase from my mind that I was ever identified with the word virgin.
Stock Shock Sirius XM Radio Movie
http://stockshockmovie.com/So here's a dvd coming out in June. For free shipping, use Coupon Code: Susan
From the website:
SiriusXM satellite radio is one of the lowest priced stocks in the market. This, despite the fact the company is a virtual monopoly (having merged successfully with XM radio) and generates nearly 2.5 billion dollars each year with its 19 million subscribers. Even as SiriusXM has a growing number of fans and market potential, the stock has traded for as little as 5 cents per share making "short sellers" filthy rich.That's it from the website. The below is me:
So anyway, I purchased sirius stock. I wanted to learn how to buy stock, and I'd read Suze Orman, and I decided I needed to invest in stuff other than high heeled shoes and purses.
Only problem was, I didn't have much money to work with. So sirius was terrific for me, because it was siriusly cheap (bad pun) when I got it. So far, its gone up, and I'm still hanging onto it. We shall see. But the important thing is that I learned how to buy stock. (that sentence cracks me up in an after-school-special kinda way)
My next lesson I need to learn, and hopefully not the hard way, is how to sell it off at the right time...
Labels: sirius xm radio, stock shock
We all know Valentine’s day sucks.
For the singles, all you’re focused on is how painfully single you are (and feeling like a total loser). For the attached ones, Valentine’s day is a set up for huge let-downs (and feeling like a total loser).
Here’s some reality for the ladies: if your partner's idea of romance is sitting in front of the tv with a beer, the date Feb. 14 will not magically turn him into someone who feeds you chocolate covered strawberries and champagne and surprise you with 10 hours of delicate foreplay.
I learned this in my early twenties. I purchased a dozen long stemmed red roses for my then-boyfriend. When he saw them, he blurted, “Oh, shit! It isn’t Halloween is it? I mean…(long pause)” The guy couldn’t even remember the name of the holiday, much less celebrate it.
I only remember 3 Valentine’s days from my past. The one I just mentioned, another when I decorated the bedroom with pink and red streamers (again, I was in my early twenties), red and white balloons, set out a pink beverage, it was cherry 7-up… and finally, one when I happened to be single that year, and threw a party for all my other single friends. (that time, I was in my thirties)
The point is, my most memorable Valentine’s days were about me doing something to make the day special. And not being attached to the result. (mind you, the time I decorated the bedroom, my then-boyfriend did not take me into his arms and tell me I was beautiful and how much he loved me. I think he looked terrified and bolted.)
Anyway, with this in mind, I decided not to blow off Valentines day, but instead, I set out to make today special.
I’ve started by sending Valentine’s greetings to some dear friends, via email. (including a couple of hideous homemade e-cards)
I’m taking the time to write this little essay to post to all my friends, so they don’t think they’re alone in having a less than fabulous Valentine’s day. (and a shout out to those of you who do have a great one!)
Earlier, I put on some inappropriate red lipstick, and did errands in it. (It was my only make-up, that and sunglasses)
My boyfriend and I will go out to dinner tonight, and I’m going to wear a red dress that I haven’t worn before, that’s been in my closet for months. Even if we go to a cheap chinese restaurant, I’m wearing a fabulous dress and ho-red lipstick.
I ain’t waiting for the romance-fairy because there is none.
Instead, I’m gonna do what I can do, which is have as good a time as I can, and if my partner or anyone else wants to go along for the ride, then by all means, join me in having a great time. This includes my friends, via email or any means.
So if you decide to join the Valentine’s day bandwagon, then drop all the expectations, let go of romance, and set out to have a good time instead.
Then, if any romance happens, it’ll be a bonus.
Happy Valentine’s Day all!
BTW, I already had some romance today. I saw a young couple, she was chubby and dressed like Raggedy Ann, in some bibbed dress with petticoat, almost like a square dance outfit. He was skinny, super long haired, goth/punk wearing eyeliner. She sat on his lap, and as people drove by, they stared and judged. As the two held each other, I recognized the “You and me against the world” thing, that was also a part of what they had, and it was really beautiful. Really really beautiful and romantic.
This is "Precious," my one legged pigeon friend. Behind her is a security dude. Another security dude (not pictured) recently came up to me. As he stood among an empty Fritos bag and multiple cigarette butts, he threatened to fine me $100 for littering by feeding my one legged crippled pigeon friend. I said, "But there's no evidence" (of litter) since the birdseed I'd dropped for her was eaten up. He said, in a snotty ass tone of voice, "The EVIDENCE is that I SAW YOU!"
Great job controlling litter, buddy.
Which reminds me of another time when a woman saw me toss some leftover birdseed (I probably didn't see Precious that day) to some sparows, and chastised, "Ya shouldn't feed da birds, dey carry disease."
In the fantasy world in my head, I'd have said to her:
"Look, lady, you're probably what, diabetic? Maybe on cholesterol medicine? By your standards, we shouldn't feed you either cuz you carry disease. I see a LOT of runny snot nosed wet hacking little kids. Should we not feed them either? Those little brats are gonna consume a lot more of the earths resources and create a lot more waste than these tiny sparrows. Why don'tcha eat another mad cow burger with bacon and leave me the frick alone?"
That was my inside voice voice.
Um, so right now, I'm working trying not to be so self righteous. Its not really graceful. (I'm trying to develop grace. Albeit, obvously, not so successfully...)
