Have you listened to Chess in Concert? It is breath-taking. Have you listened to Schlinder’s List? It is sublime. Have you listened to Come Thou Fount by the BYU combined choirs? It is very moving. Have you watched If Guys Were Like Girls? It is hilarious. Have you heard Tchaikovsky’s Concerto in B-flat? It is exhilerating. Have you watched Happy Together, by the Piano Guys? They are so cool. Or Silent monks singing Hallelujah? It is extremely clever. And I could go on and on.
Do you know what all of these have in common, aside from awesomeness? They all have multiple “dislikes”, and several absurdly rude and un-called for comments!
I honestly can’t comprehend how any of those fantastic youtube videos can even bring an individual to have any negative feelings whatsoever, but to go so far as to physically (with a single click of a mouse) proclaim to the virtual world that you don’t like it is completely beyond me. Why do we have a need to give our opinion on virtually (ha) everything? Especially if it’s not nice. I mean, come on. Didn’t everyone watch Bambi? And seriously, NO ONE CARES.
Also text lingo. I promised myself I would never type these letters consecutively, but I guess I will, for the sake of this thought. LOL. Oh boy. Does anyone even laugh out loud when they write that? I would guess maybe 2% of the time. It seems to me that it can be an excuse to say something insensitive, rude, or just plain stupid. For example “You look so dumb lol.” “This is really ugly lol.” “I hate you lol.” (Of course punctuation would be ridiculous. Who even punctuates anymore?
idk if u r still reading this lol jk haha but this is smthng ive thought alot about lol and it just hurts me 2 c mean thngs online lol their r sm thngs i cn handle lol but their is no reason 2 insult ne1 esp. if u dont no them lol 🙂 🙂 🙂 <3 <3 =]
These are just my thoughts on our virtual society, which actually sometimes makes me ashamed to be part of the human race.
Finally
Aloha. I have an exciting announcement: I FINALLY GOT MY DRIVER’S LICENSE!!!! I don’t have a car here in Hawaii, so it’s not like I’ll really be able to drive, but it’s just the fact that I’ve finally accomplished what all my friends did 6 years ago. What a relief.
Can we just take a second to review why this is such a huge deal for me?
I had epilepsy.
I had a major brain surgery two years ago.
I don’t have a right hippocampus.
I can drive a car!
Also, I’m working on my mission papers. Have I announced that? Now that info can go on it!
It begins
My little sisters… Aren’t so little anymore
There are a few things I am very passionate about. One is of course music, because it is essentially my life right now. Another is The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, another is Chocolate Haupia pie from Ted’s Bakery, and another is my three little sisters– Kristen, Lauren and Sophie. I’d like to think that I’m not a very prideful person, but if there’s one thing I take incredible pride in, it’s these three young ladies. Please let me brag about them to you.
KRISTEN is my oldest friend, and by that I mean I’ve been friends with her for 18 years of my life. She just turned 18, and she is one of the most spiritually in-tune, selfless, compassionate individuals I know. Whenever I go home, she’s usually not home about 60% of the time, and about 90% of that is visiting other people and giving them cookies she made or something. And let me tell you, that girl can cook! She also just got accepted to the extremely competitive BYU School of Music (round of applause, please) after impressing much of Western Europe with her cello skills. She should commence her world-tour sometime within the next five years. Ticket prices to be announced at a later date. And if her cello skills weren’t enough, she can also sing the socks off of any Broadway musical or Italian opera or what have you. Seriously.
LAUREN is not only the most popular girl at Timpview, she is also
"Old" Age
I’ve kind of been thinking about how age perspective really changes as you get older. For example, until I was no longer a high school senior, I thought high school seniors were old and awesome. I also felt that way about my age in 9th grade, and 8th grade, and 7th grade, and 6th grade…. I guess every year you feel kind of like you’re on top of the world.
But then you go to college, and you find yourself at the bottom of the food chain again, and you realize that you are but a small child. And people that age are getting married! And the Elders, those old, mature Elders I used to see coming out of the MTC and playing on the missionary field, are but children as well.
I don’t feel like I can even sound sophisticated enough about my age until I’m 23 at the youngest. Before that is just embarrassing.
So, sixteen was always old. (And twenty was ancient.) But I found these movie quotes that make sixteen sound… You know. The way it felt at that age.
The Little Mermaid:
Triton: They’re dangerous. Do you think I want to see my youngest daughter snared by some fish eater’s hook?
Ariel: I’m sixteen years old – I’m not a child anymore…
Triton: Don’t you take that tone of voice with me young lady. As long as you live under my ocean, you’ll obey my rules!
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Beautiful Music
Last night, I went to one of the most incredible concerts I’ve ever been to. It was the Honolulu Symphony, performing the Eroica Symphony, Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini, Rhapsody in Blue, and Pictures At an Exhibition. Let me say that when I saw the program, I almost died.
We studied the Eroica in Music History this past semester, so I already knew quite a bit about it, and it just happens to be one of my all-time favorite symphonies. Very fine performance. Then the Rachmaninov. Oh my word. I am going to make the biggest statement of my life, and say that I think the 18th Variation of Rachmaninov’s Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini is the most glorious piece ever written. I will qualify that there are thousands of other beautiful songs, some of which I blogged about last March, linked here for your viewing/ listening convenience. Nonetheless, it has been one of my favorite pieces for almost as long as I can remember, and the stunning performance nearly brought me to tears.
Two Years!
I have an exciting announcement to make: it has been exactly two years (730 days) since my brain surgery, and I haven’t had a seizure since then. This is the longest I’ve gone without having a seizure in my entire life, so it’s kind of a huge deal for me.
Primary Children’s Hospital. This is the place where the miracles happen, mine specifically, along with SO MANY others. I can say with complete confidence that I could not have gone to a better hospital, or had better surgeons or doctors or nurses.
There are angels in this building, ranging in age from newborns to however old the oldest worker is, and including both living and dead. I think I’d like to spend some time over there after I die, as odd as that sounds. I absolutely know I was watched over during my surgery. I don’t really know how that whole deal works, but if it’s possible, I’m doing it.
Prayers are answered. The priesthood is real. Heavenly Father loves His children.
Sister Hickman
One of the absolute greatest members of the Oaks Hills First ward passed away last Saturday. I was her favorite Primary kid, so I feel like I should write a tribute to her, out of duty.
I think every neighborhood has at least one “crazy lady”. (I’m totally gonna be the one in my ward.) Well, Sister Hickman was our’s. And when I say crazy, I also mean hilarious, energetic, loving, friendly, and pretty much awesome. (Hoping for some of those qualities as well.) She was the fire in our ward, as well as the neighborhood “gossip”, if you will. I mean that in a very kind way. She just liked to be in on everything, not unlike myself. (That will unquestionably be me.) I remember one time she opposed a calling, and I have respected her for that ever since.
She was the Primary pianist when I was in Primary, and I remember her spouting out different things during the lessons, and I just always thought she was incredibly cool. As evidenced by that calling, she was obviously a pianist, which means she had a piano, which means Lucy and I made our monthly rounds of pre-Master Class performances to her every month. And she always seemed happy to hear us! How cool is that? I got to play for her when the cancer started to get bad, and that was really special.
For some reason, Bishop Holcombe called Lucy and me to be co-choir presidents, which means we had to call EVERY SINGLE CHOIR MEMBER, EVERY SINGLE WEEK. And you know how I love talking on the phone…. Yeah. But I always did members A-L, which included Sister Hickman, so she got the “Hi Sister Hickman, I’m just calling to remind you–” “I’ll be there.” Every week? Seriously? Baffles me. (I still love Bishop Holcombe, though.) So she was a rock in the alto section, and I think we were really blessed to have her. She and Sister Christiansen and the Monsons and Brother Marlowe were the constants. Oh boy.
She was and is a wonderful example to me, and when I say I want to be like her when I’m old, I absolutely mean it. Her husband died like 30 years ago, and although I’m definitely not planning on that, (please no) I admire her attitude of service and compassion and love, even when she had experienced such a tremendous loss. I think I’ll recognize Brother Hickman when I get to the next life, because she talked so much about him. I hope to have that kind of love for everyone.
Sister Hickman was so great. And she made everyone feel loved. I guess that’s why I think I was her favorite Primary kid.
This is her real and very well-written obituary.