Four years ago when my son, Peter was applying to music schools, I often remarked (okay, more like whined and complained incessantly) about the complicated nature of the application process. Prior to his baptism into the whole college app world, I had managed (quite easily, actually) to launch his two older brothers off to college. They both even transferred schools after their freshman year. Piece of cake. Enter Peter, and it was like I’d never visited a college website before. That’s because, as my finance-major son, Mike, often reminded me, the sites I was attempting to navigate were music school sites, made up of music people and the brains of music people simply don’t work the way the rest of the world’s brains work. That’s just a fact. So, while these websites probably made perfect sense to the musically gifted, the rest of us normal people were left pulling our hair out. The first test, I learned was this: just trying to FIND the application
Monthly Archives: October 2012
I just finished reading a great post from one of my favorite bloggers which I will reblog as soon as I’m done writing this great piece. I can only do one great thing at a time, sheesh. Anyway, in it, he poses an interesting question about the collective sanity of our culture in which we work decades at a job we usually just tolerate (if we’re lucky), in order to pay for all the things we consider important. Things like, shelter, furniture for shelter, indoor and outdoor improvements for said shelter, clothing, cars etc. These are, admittedly, all important things. But, at some point, we become the hamster on the wheel, frantically working to pay the mortgage, real estate taxes, cars, and credit cards, just to name a few off the top of my head, as we continue to require bigger houses leading to more stuff to put in them, cooler cars etc. Add into the mix kids and, forget it, it’s all over. Then it really gets crazy – more clothes, food, cars, insurance, food (those pesky creatures insist on eating every day), tuition and definitely a whole lot more alcohol (for Mom and Dad, that is). We think of ourselves as a civilized people and, yet, our lifestyles turn us into crazed wheel-spinning rodents. What’s that all about?
A group of hikers were headed into McKelligon Canyon this week when a man jumped out of a cave, startling all of them. This is completely understandable. There are very few things I expect to jump out of a cave, and a human being is definitely not on that list.
While most of the group was ready to call it a day and head out, one brave soul refused to listen to that part of the human brain that gives you common sense advice like “don’t touch that fire” or “leave the man who was hiding in a cave alone.” He headed back up and interviewed him with his cell phone camera. The man was not just hiding in the cave.
The man was in his home
For the last three years, residents of a local apartment complex near the McKelligon Canyon have witnessed this hairy, bedraggled man wandering about…
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Really got a kick out of this blog and want to share with my throngs (throng?) of readers.
I’m rolling up my sleeves. No, I’m not about to perform hard labor or enter a bare-knuckle boxing ring with Frankie the Forehead, I’m showing you my tattoos. What? Just because I’m married and wear collared shirts and have a crippling fear of moths I can’t cover my body in sweet tatts? That’s prejudicial. In fact, isn’t that what Jane Austen’s classic tale, Pride and Prejudice, is about? If my terrible memory serves me correctly, the story is about a grizzled tattoo artist, Mister Davey, and this high-strung broad named Liz Benson who hates everything except sweet tatts. That’s about right, isn’t it? I sure hope so, because that was the gist of the essay I wrote for the SAT’s II. I never did see the test results, though-probably because our proctor had a fainting spell in the middle of the test. It was on the news and everything…
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