"I can't turn your bare fields to green again"
It hit me again today...People's priorities are not in the right place. I was driving on the freeway and there was a major traffic buildup. (Well not major...but still odd for a Saturday afternoon) I sat in my car, listening to the radio and wishing that the air conditioning could spit out ice cubes instead of cool air. As I flirted with my brake pedal, I glanced across the lanes to the most glorious little patches of orange flowers resting on sloping green hills. I realized that whatever it could be ahead that people are slowing their cars to look at is NOT as interesting to me as a bunch of wild flowers. When I got up to the "accident", it was just a truck turned the wrong way in the leftmost lane. No car parts flying anywhere or anything? The only interesting part was the flares and police cars. THIS is what we'd been waiting to see for the past fifteen minutes? Ghastly.
Of course, when I got home, I promptly frolicked up the hill to fetch a fistful of California Golden Poppies. I miss them when I'm away at school. Sure, there's plenty different kinds of wild flowers attempting to take over the quads all over campus, but they're not Golden Poppies. They practically breathe sunlight. I put my mini bouquet in a small vase and already they're looking more depressed than their cousins outside in the piercing rays of the sun.
Familiar faces are gorgeous things.
I recorded a song I wrote this week for dulcimer. This is for you:
It's called "Found the Sound" and, yes, that's my dulcimer wailing away. I spruced it up with some strings in editing and had a good time playing with the harmonies.
Download (xx to tt):
hxxp://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wnz0nwmzyzw
I don't know why I put up my song downloads sometimes. They're nowhere near polished up...but then again, I can always look back and see that these are the exclusive demos! :P I honestly doubt I'll get anywhere writing music, but at least it's a fulfilling creative output and time well spent.
I caught up on Demitri Martin's "Important Things" show last night. It's such subtle humor, almost like it's not intended to make you laugh, just smile.
Katrina
Ps- I'm headed back to school tomorrow. Things won't be so slight, quiet, or subtle anymore. When I'm hiding in my room, quiet walls around me, the morning seems to live forever, even during lazy afternoons. And the soundtrack is always acoustic.
Pps- I can't sleep in my own bed. The one at home, that is. I just end up in a sleep that is more like a coma, unable to move after my eyes have been closed. At least in my dorm, I have more comfortable sleeping habits.
Of course, when I got home, I promptly frolicked up the hill to fetch a fistful of California Golden Poppies. I miss them when I'm away at school. Sure, there's plenty different kinds of wild flowers attempting to take over the quads all over campus, but they're not Golden Poppies. They practically breathe sunlight. I put my mini bouquet in a small vase and already they're looking more depressed than their cousins outside in the piercing rays of the sun.
Familiar faces are gorgeous things.
I recorded a song I wrote this week for dulcimer. This is for you:
It's called "Found the Sound" and, yes, that's my dulcimer wailing away. I spruced it up with some strings in editing and had a good time playing with the harmonies.
Download (xx to tt):
hxxp://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wnz0nwmzyzw
I don't know why I put up my song downloads sometimes. They're nowhere near polished up...but then again, I can always look back and see that these are the exclusive demos! :P I honestly doubt I'll get anywhere writing music, but at least it's a fulfilling creative output and time well spent.
I caught up on Demitri Martin's "Important Things" show last night. It's such subtle humor, almost like it's not intended to make you laugh, just smile.
Katrina
Ps- I'm headed back to school tomorrow. Things won't be so slight, quiet, or subtle anymore. When I'm hiding in my room, quiet walls around me, the morning seems to live forever, even during lazy afternoons. And the soundtrack is always acoustic.
Pps- I can't sleep in my own bed. The one at home, that is. I just end up in a sleep that is more like a coma, unable to move after my eyes have been closed. At least in my dorm, I have more comfortable sleeping habits.