Wedding Song Upgrade of the Day: The Piano Guys take on “Pachebel’s Canon in D.” Here’s their explainer:
It’s the same 8 notes over and over and over again. The good news is, it’s easy to memorize. The bad news is you don’t know when to stop. There’s a rumor floating around that says Pachelbel either died while writing it, never finishing the cello part, or that he dated a cellist and it did NOT go well. This arrangement is dedicated to all the cellists that have fallen asleep while playing this song…or at least wanted to fall asleep.
Ahem…all the bitter cello-malice aside, Pachelbel’s Canon in D (written in the 1600′s) has stood the test of time — celebrated as the most recognizable piece of classical music. We like to call it the “one-hit wonder of the 1600′s.”
things i am a fan of in general: non-traditional use of cellos; cellos; pretty much anything anyone has ever done with a cello; THIS
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It’s a penguin. With a penguin backpack.
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John and I watched this video a few weeks ago. I want a penguin like this.
Meteorological Triptych - the only 2 photos (to date) of a tornado, rainbow and lightning bolt together.
weather you are drunk
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Today, I made some calming manatees, but most of them are the wrong size to go on the site.
Oh well. Would you like them?
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“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
-Douglas Adams
I just saw this quote on my friend’s Facebook status as I was scrolling down my newsfeed, and I realize now that this statement applies 108% to my freshman year of college.
Before freshman year started, I was spoiled from my amazing years of high school. I had and have amazing friends who I was extremely lucky to find and befriend and sit in the hallways screaming obscene statements (like “penis-flavored-jelly-wine), clubs I loved and worked hard for because I truly believed in their missions and loved each of my members, classes I didn’t exactly kick butt in but still enjoyed because of my favorite teachers, and little nooks and crannies of the school I was able to explore at my own whim after school hours that usually weren’t open to students. I loved high school, despite the difficulty and the dramas.
I was told I would make it into several colleges/universities, and so I took their acceptances for granted - until I was waitlisted from all of them. Seeing the colleges I had to choose from, I decided/was pressured to attended NYU, one of my safety schools. Thus, I came in on September with even more arrogance and ignorance of what was to become of my freshman year.
My whole plan was wrong. My expectations were completely off. I was miserable for a good part of my freshman year because I was expecting high school out of college.; I expected to mold my college life after my high school years. Needless to say, those expectations were not met, and so I floundered about helplessly, grasping for the wrong hook dangling in front of my face. Expectation after expectation came tumbling down, and thus I grew more and more morose about my college future, entertaining the notion of transferring to anywhere else constantly for months.
Thank goodness I finally realized that I’m never going back. Period. High school was a great part of my life, full of memories that I still laugh over and bring up with old friends, but that chapter is closed and done. I only just finished with my freshman year; I’m not even a sophomore year. I have plenty of time to make my college years even better, more fun and filled with laughter and pranks and whatever else I have done in freshman year that had me smiling in some way.
Solo Cups: Knowledge
It turns out that the lines of the solo cup allows you to measure out a shot, a glass of wine, and a beer. This would have been ridiculously helpful during my partying years!
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