Life is Hard

Life is hard for the electric violinist, constantly hustling for a dollar on the street. Facing constant harassment from the police and those who pass by but who do not understand the hard life of the street busker. Scrapping for each and every dollar, the street musician lives the life of a troubadour, a nomadic existence in which one can never quite be sure where their next meal is coming from or whether or not they will have a place to stay when evening arrives. And yet, the street musician pushes on, electric violin in hand, instrument case open, pursuing his passion each and every day. His life was not supposed to turn out like this after graduating from Julliard, he was supposed to be someone, playing in front of thousands of adoring fans in New York, London, or Sydney. You know what they say about best laid plans….

A Prideful Northerner

Living in Orlando Florida it has been known to get hot, but as a northerner I moved down here thinking “wow that’s awesome”. No longer did I have to worry about losing a toe to frostbite, having to put on several layers before going outside, I was finally going to be warm. So I moved down here as a northerner thinking I didn’t need Manchester air conditioning, after all as long as I wasn’t cold I would be fine, and I could save some money on electricity. However, I shortly realized I couldn’t have been more wrong, when Southerners talk about the heat they aren’t kidding. When it gets upwards of 90 degrees I’m really regretting my decision and so are my friends and family as I get crabbier and crabbier the hotter I get. Some days I just stare at the thermostat wondering if I will ever be cold again.

Fashion Show Faux Pas and the Power of Frienship

Yesterday was the fashion show for young artists at our community center. I was modeling along with some of my friends. We were all supposed to be there at 1 so the show could start at 3. Sondra, who is never on time, shows up after swim practice at 2:45, 15 minutes before show time. At this point the hair and makeup artist Manchester was gone, so my friends and I sprung into action. Rachel and Sarah styled her hair, while James and I applied the necessary touches to her face. Sondra did not no what hit her. In no time, we were on stage looking beautiful and raising money for young designers in our community. Friendship is a powerful thing, with the right group of friends you can accomplish anything.

Dreaming of Music

The smooth baritone tone reached my ears as I was trying to cook. It made me sway my hips to the sound of jazzed rock ‘n’ roll. I couldn’t help but to admire the saxophone player Manchester and how well they modified their notes. My dinner was finished and the song had turned slow and dreary. I must go downstairs and see this player for myself. I didn’t even put shoes on I was in such a hurry to see this magnificent musician.

Stumbling along the stairs in my rush, I stubbed my toe on the way out the door. I turned to see where this magical musical wizard was stationed and found nothing but the cold harsh wind of winter. Barreling down the alley I searched high and wide to no avail. My alarm finally woke me, forcing my poor befuddled mind back to reality. It was but a dream.

Hearing Restored

It was time to face it: sounds were starting to run together. Since I like being able to understand people, especially my kids, it was time to do something about it. I headed in to the store and picked up one of those ear wax removal Stockport kits, hoping that would be all it took to restore me to normal hearing.

You know what they don’t tell you about those kits? They’re messy. Sure, there’s something kind of satisfying about hearing that soft crackle as the wax in your ears breaks up, and it’s a relief to see all that wax landing in the sink. It’s also a good idea, however, to remember to either throw a towel over your shoulders or accept that you’re going to have to change your shirt afterward, because wax-filled water goes everywhere. Or maybe that’s just me? On the bright side, I could hear again.

Computer Virus Problems of Tomorrow

Since the creation and expansion of the Internet, the world has undergone a revolution in terms of thinking about the term ‘virus.’ A few generations ago, people who knew that word usually associated it with noxious diseases, such as the common cold, influenza or herpes. Yet today, discuss a virus out of context and a listener will wonder if you mean a pathogen, a really, really, really popular video or a malfunctioning computer system.

Unfortunately, in terms of keeping context in perspective, the road ahead does not appear likely to become much clearer in the future. Even as virus jumped from desktop PCs to mobile devices to CCTV Bolton equipment and automated baby monitors, the prospects of virus-infected robots and even medical devices arouse justifiable alarm. Human beings expand in information and knowledge, but does this mean our society gains more wisdom? Today’s virus creators require a huge dose of compassion.

Heavenly Strings

She positioned herself by the orchestra. Not many in the group, but those who mattered were there. The piano began, playing it’s black and white keys. I knew it would soon be my turn to play. I lifted my bow, touched it to the strings and began dancing with them. The notes flowing from the instrument, were such that created an elegant entrance that deserving of an elegant woman. A wedding violinist, the reason why people know to stand on their feet. The sounds of strings rubbing against each other, announcing the entrance of a bride in white. Playing until the bride reached her gallant groom, the audience in awe as emotion fills their very soul. She reaches her destination as the violinist reaches his final note. The final note saying, this is it, take your final step. The violinist, is the very essence of class and an essential part to every wedding.