Jean Sibelius - Symphony No. 3 in C major, Op. 52: II. Andantino con moto, quasi allegretto
Lahti Symphony Orchestra feat. conductor: Osmo Vänskä
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reblogging again because science
Seriously, Science. Do your thing.
IT’S ONLY 20$.
OH MY GOD
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR TUMBLR TO GET WIND OF THIS
I’ll always signal boost this because not only does this work for people in under privilege areas it’s also proof of human ingenuity.
Really, we kids that grew up in the early 90s were all told about how we had to conserve water because drinkable water was such a rare resource and people in foreign lands were basically fucked up the ass because there was no way for them to get drinking water. 20 years and 20 bucks later one of the biggest problems humanity faced is a non issue. THAT’S FUCKING CRAZY!
Somebody should start one of those online donate things where people can donate money to buy these to send to areas with unsafe drinking water. But somebody other than me should do it because I don’t know how to do that kind of thing or get the word out.
this is amazing
FYI to everyone, if you purchase a LifeStraw through EarthEasy, they will send you a LifeStraw and also send one to the Philippines (through the Rotary Water Projects) so that the victims of Typhoon Haiyan can have safe drinking water. So if you were thinking of buying one, buy through them, not Amazon. It’s the same price.
Follow-up to above, you also can donate directly to the LifeStraw fundraiserhere without needing to buy one for yourself. You have drinking water right now. You can wait to get this. They cannot.
Four in the morning is when magic happens.
I’d get washed and shuffle about, reflect on the operational situation and rearrange big plans in my head, and you’d be surprised at just how easily they come together in the dead silence and chilly air. Sometimes I’d start up GIMP and resume work on a months-old art project, or do the Habanera on the guitar and hope nobody wakes up.
I like walking along the empty streets, with the occasional working streetlight lining a path of grimy gold in a boundless dreamscape of blue and black. Whenever I think there’s time to spare, I’d drag out the bike and ride it along the river, or go out to the park for nanquan practice before anyone comes and notices. And for a short hour or two, everything bad in the world would be gone, and life finally feels like it’s mine and mine alone.
EDIT: WHEN I GET TO COLLEGE, I’M SO STARTING A BAND CALLED PATHFINDER DAWN.
A few days ago I got a text from a (graduated) friend, and we ended up chatting for a bit. It was good; we got to talk about all sorts of work and wished each other good luck in the end. The next thing I heard from them was a socmed post that sounded just a bit distressing, and we haven’t really gotten around to continuing the talks since.
I have this long-standing obsession with guardian figures (it’s a long story). Last time I was willing to admit it was a few months ago; then the first semblance of lasting friendship I had in years sort of fell apart and completely broke the momentum on everything I was trying to manage.
I don’t know how I got this idea that I could ever qualify for an aerospace engineering course - just over three years ago, I wasn’t much more than your average broken home hellraiser, after all. Maybe that episode - and everything that went sideways in the aftermath - was more of a reality check than an anomalous, preventable fuck-up? No idea.
I know, I’m quite probably setting the bar a bit high. But come on, there must be someone else, somewhere, who knows that gorgeous, gorgeous feeling when you start to be optimistic about the future for once. All those restless days and sleepless nights I went through - for grades, for CCAs, for organisational work and sponsorship negotiations and a thousand other things I was dead terrified of - were paying off at long last. For a few glorious months, everything seemed possible - so I dreamed. I dreamed out loud. And even now, every last drop of paratrooper blood coursing through my veins is telling me to never, ever give it up. Even if it’s turned out to be a braindead idea all along.
I keep thinking of giving said friend (and quite a few others) another call - telling them that everything’s okay even if it isn’t, and that we might just pull through if we try to stick by each other somewhat and be fragile together. But I’m still too wary of getting attached where I shouldn’t and seeing opportunities where there are none, I guess.
Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it”
Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect.
To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.
On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.
I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…
Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.
The lengths we go for music.
Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.
One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”
And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:
[reeeeeeally deep breath]
[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]
The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.
In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”
FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of God why would you put it in a tuba part.
Same thing with our percussion section here :P
This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
Too much experience with the Bully and the Wire in recent months. :|