a day in the life of piano monkey

measuring the passage of time, it is so easy to become fixated on a particular point of view- of one's own. i often look into my calendar and think about what ' i ' need to do.  occasionally, i am reminded of the vastness of this world, never-stopping, gently undulating ocean, through the news that comes through the resilient spider-silk communication of people i love. i always wish that i reach out to others as much as i reach inward for self. i dont, always.  i lose perspective and get myopic about self-centred events, forgetting the most important concept- that i exist only within the context of the world. and often, the news are surprising, filling the day with many hues of thoughts. today, i read that a friend from nebraska days finally concluded her journey with cancer.  regrets came like waves. like bitter, angry, north winter wind.  a maelstrom of  'wished, couldve, shouldve...' as i get older, often, i can measure the passage of time through ...

http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Nicholas_Longworth following the vegan/veg post of yesterday, today i ran into whole bunch of angry posts on crackbook regarding an article where a mom 'blogged' how expensive and useless music education/teachers are (this article is now several years old). of course, many of my crackbook acquaintances are in the music 'business.' as you can imagine, the posts were full of frustration, anger and even condemnation. 'how dare you... you ignorant!' as much as i can try to sympathize, it is true that 1. whatever the service may be, whatever the prices may be, there will be some complaints.  okay, so someone thinks music lessons are too expensive. what's so new about that?  oil-changes are expensive. so are dentists. what about hockey practices? things are expensive and that's always been the case. if you dont like it, it'll always be expensive.  jarlsberg is expensive, but i will be buying that cheese in futu...

few of my friends love mod. i find it tad weird. few of my friends love cheese. the other few wrinkle their nose. i like salted and fermented fish bits. usually people run away. few of my friends love classical music. the other few loves metal. i cannot wear colour purple. few of my friends look killer in purple. few of my friends always order beer. the others, wine. even cocktail. few of my friends are vegans. few of my friends are vegetarians. few of my guy friends like guys. few of my girl friends like girls. one friends of mine was a he now a she. and this is what my world is made out of, differences. it is alright to be passionate about one's preferences. it is alright to stand by one's conviction. however, justice is a blind deity, a personal choice is not a public matter of discussion (unless highly illegal or infringing on another's rights), it is bit silly to escalate these differences into violence, name calling, finger-pointing and bigotry....