sure it’s bad but like we don’t know this squirrel’s LIFE
So a boyband walked onto the Britain’s Got Talent stage and everyone thought they were going to sing One Direction or something typical…and then they sung Stars from Les Miserables.
This is the best thing ever. Just listen to those harmonies <3
Simon’s face says “I like it against my will.”
IT’S EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED
YES TO MORE ACTUAL TALENT IN SINGING COMPETITIONS.
Classic Alice is a new web-series about a college student that decides to live her life according to classic literature, for better or worse. Her first book? Crime and Punishment. Well, I think we can all agree that allowing Raskolnikov to make your life decisions might not be the best of ideas! But it makes for a great show, and you can watch the first 6 episodeshere:http://bit.ly/classicalice
ALICE NEEDS YOUR HELP: In order to keep this amazing series going, the creators have launched a Kickstarter campaign! If you can contribute with just U$1, DO IT. If you can spare U$5, U$10, U$25, that’s great. But if everyone donates just one dollar to this amazing project, I’m sure they’ll be able to go beyond their goal! Every dollar can make a difference!
I took my dog for a walk today, and as I listened to the delighted screams of children and the whir of lawnmowers both celebrating spring in their own way, I started thinking about The Art Assignment, and decided to give it a try. Pictures were taken with my phone due to unpreparedness.
I figured since I live in a rural neighborhood it’d be easy to find a quiet spot, and I thought I knew just the place. See, I live right beside the Chesapeake Bay, the largest estuary in the US, and a powerhouse of an ecosystem which dominates the surrounding states. At the northern corner of my neighborhood is a trail which leads down beaches, and eventually dead ends where the wetlands take over. Surely if I followed the trail as far from humans as I could, then I’d find silence.
Surprisingly, as I got closer things only got louder. The wind was out in full-force today, whipping the waves into a frenzy, and making it hard to hear much of anything. When I turned away from the water, I realized the birds were also celebrating spring, and they were nearly as loud as the water. I thought that because humans are so noisy that nature must be quiet, but it’s voice is booming once you stop to notice it.
After a while of wandering, I came to this place, a marina (though it barely meets the definition). I’d been here before. The owner rents the land out to the community association for just enough to pay taxes on it, and residents can pay the community association a small membership fee in order to use it. Small town politics at their best.
The place is tiny, nothing very big can come and go, and the creek is too shallow for anything with a keel. It’s just fishermen and families on canoe trips, really. It was like a different world entirely from the Bay. They were both bodies of water, but this place meandered rather than rushed. Instead of roaring, it burbled. I felt like the creek had discovered a secret that the Bay, in all it’s might had overlooked. Time slowed here. Even the birds, caught up in a singing competition with stakes higher than even American Idol, seemed to calm themselves, and sung more quietly to the wind as it flowed gently past.
I felt caught up in the magic of the place too. The urge came over me to get rid of my shoes and dangle my toes off the edge of a pier, just barely skimming the water’s surface with each pass. My dog was getting impatient, however, and nothing lasts forever.
I’ve heard people call towns or places “a little slice of heaven,” but what about a spoonful of magic? A crumb of fantasy? How many places just like this one pepper the landscape while we complain about how dull life is? There is magic in this world. I know for sure now.