Steinbeck, The Pony and Us
Through this blog, we'll grow as a community of thinkers, writers, readers, and Steinbeck-lovers. Practically speaking: we'll respond to Steinbeck's writing, as well as each other's. Lucky us.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Mr. Steinbeck...
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
My Best To Steinbeck
My Letter to Mr. John Steinbeck
Friday, December 2, 2011
Howdy Pardners!
"Whoever said a horse was dumb...was dumb." Never underestimate the smarts of animals! Sometimes they can be wiser than we humans are! |
"Speak your mind but ride a fast horse." Ooooh, we sure value honesty, don't we? But, if you're saying something you KNOW someone isnt' going to like, well, get on that horse and ride! :) |
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
A Day In The Life Of A Dung Beetle
Saturday, November 26, 2011
4 more tips
1. Change up the venue. If you've been practicing in the same old dark room ever since you were four, change it up! Pick up your your music stand and move it somewhere else. Anywhere. Practice in the kitchen while your mom is making breakfast; in the office; in the living room; even outside. Once I played in Hawaii on the beach at dusk. Sometimes it can feel embarrassing but just picture yourself being the best violinist in the entire world and be confident with the notes you play.
2. Play while standing on your bed. Now, my bed is the top bunk. It puts me high off the ground, which can be a little creepy. But balancing on your mattress at any height while moving your arms to finger and bow makes you a more athletic violinist. I love to see passion and strength and powerful movement in a lot of things: skiing, swimming, soccer, and a violinist's bowing arm.
3. Play a song backwards. It is kind of an exercise for sight reading only it's a song that you know!
4. Play in front of a dog or a two-year-old (same thing). For one, you want to try to keep their attention, which is really hard. You want everyone who watches you play to feel attentive and intrigued. Two, dogs and two-year-olds are naturally loud and rambunctious, so it's a good way to practice concentration and avoid being distracted. The minute I took my violin out of its case for my 2-year-old cousin Eli, he yelled, "AWESOME" my entire practice. I gave him my heavy mute to distract him. The next morning I found it under my pillow.
Those are a few that I thought of this week.
LZ
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Gollum (again)
I wonder what Dad is doing. I wonder what time it is in London. He is probably just waking up. I look down at Cody lying in his racecar bed snuggling his favorite Tigger blanket that Grandma . . . Sscccrrraaatttcccchhhh! What was that? A big, black gargoyle is scraping at my window! I hear a slow tap… tap… tap... on the ceiling. Tap, tap, tap. It’s getting faster! I wince every time the rain hits the roof. My jaw clenches, my elbows and knees tighten, and I force my eyes shut to drown out the sirens racing down Mt. Rose Street.
My mouth is thick with saliva and it is hard to swallow. Of all the times to be thirsty! I have to get some water or I will not be able to sleep, but I don’t know if I have the guts. If I jump off my bed Gollum will grab me by the ankles and drag me under. I don’t want to die before my kindergarten Halloween party. Oh, thanks to mom my batman costume is laid out on the couch next to the closet!
Clenching my soft Winnie the Pooh blanket and grabbing a bouncy ball for protection I leap out of bed, soccer slide to my knees and with all my strength I chuck the ball under the bed and sprint for my batman costume, grabbing only my mask and cape. Charging out of the room, I run down the hallway and hop over the creaky spot. I race up the stairs and bust open the door to Mom’s room . . . Finally I’m safe!
I climb under the covers and snuggle next to Mom. Did Gollum get Cody?
Mom? Mom? Cody… he isn’t feeling well and he wants you to bring him up here.