Okay! Okay! I’m not the best guitar player. Im not even sure if Ill classify myself as a guitarist just yet. But boy, I do love to wrap my fingers around it.
I started playing guitar a little whiles ago and since then I’ve been working really hard at perfecting my chords. Here I do just a wee bit of rifting and a few open chords. Nothing fancy. I just love the way it sounds. Gets so good to me sometimes I get nose bleeds from the excitement. Okay! Sorry. maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Gross!
I’ve always wanted my own electric guitar. Everyone suggested its best to learn on an acoustic first. So I did. Now that I’ve got most of my chords down, I could call myself an intermediate player. Yippee right?
Today I purchased a new Washburn Electric Guitar. Its next in line to what I was really going for which would have been a new Electric Fender. But I’m told Washburns are favored brands among the rock community.
November 27, 2007 at 10:11 am · Stacked in Personal
So I walk into the barber shop today for my usual, “basic, no fades and a little off the top please”. My barber immediately stands up and greets me like I was his youngest son who had just returned from Iraq. Talk about freaky huh? He was almost tearing up. At this point Im confused. Im ready to jab the guy in the jaw if he tries to make a move. Im really weirded out. You gotta understand, this is the same barber who says nothing any other time I stop in.
Anywho, after he announced my full name, tells me how proud he was of my newspaper article and how he’s seen me in a local commercial, he takes 3 steps forward. Dude hugs me and steps back as if to say “its been so long? how the kids and your little dog Sparky?”.
Turns out, this guy used to baby sit me when my mom was alive and has never recognized me until the newspaper article I was in. He says “your big ears and colorful eyes were the give away, but I’d never have thought you’d look like you do”. Im still not sure how to take that. What? Am I like some goolish creature from a Harry Potter film? Or does he mean I’ve grown into a handsome young man?
It was nice to meet someone who knew me as a youngster and who also knew my mom other than my own family. We talked about how my mom was and how we have similar taste in music. He turns out to be a really great dude. You never know who your gonna meet (or in this case, re-meet) in the barber shop. Im happy I met him.
Since it’s start the internet has been evolving rapidly at an uncontrollable rate. Just about anyone could publish a website these days and just about anyone could view them. Im not surprised of some of the things I come across on a regular. Who knew someday we’d live in a world where you could hire someone online, to come and spit on you for a reasonable price? No really. Google it.
A few months ago a friend put me on to a very different but ‘interesting’ website. PostSecret.com. Not sure of the purpose, I quickly skimmed through the website trying to make sense of it. For the first 4 minutes it appeared to be something an obsessive-crazed journalist put together in his basement. The site was full of secrets. Secrets about sex, about lies about love ones. Secrets about rape, murder, then love and happiness. Then, after about 5 minutes in I realized these weren’t the secrets of one man. They were secrets of random everyday people? I thought to myself. What a great idea.
People send in home-made post cards to an address provided on PostSecret.com and everyday people send in their deepest secrets. Some secrets are touching, others ore sad, but most are compelling. Every Sunday, about 20 new secrets are posted for the world to read.
They’ve even published 3 books full of secrets. I myself purchased one and I have to say, its an interesting read. They are available on Amazon.com.
Caution: Some of the content on PostSecret.com are of graphic nature. I strongly suggest you do not visit the website if you are uncomfortable with it.
You know those annoying people in the theatre? The ones who always cry? Ughh! I know right? Don’t you hate that? I’d hate them too, if I wasn’t one of them. I admit I tear up during sad films. Maybe not as much as the annoying, over exaggerated professional crier who always happens to sit in the seat directly behind you. But sure, I’m a weeper (or ’sissy’ if you will). Well, if you and I have that weeping-willo characteristic in-common and you enjoy funny but touching films. I suggest you peep ‘Reign Over Me’.
Funnyman Adam Sandler plays Charlie Fineman, a dentist and family man whose wife and children die when their plane hits the World Trade Center. Fineman has a difficult time coping with his lose. Then, runs into his old-college roommate who attempts to help Fineman reclaim his life. With a few twist and turns the movie swiftly swings your mood back and forth from happiness, to sadness to laughter to anger. Its a good watch.
Of course if your reading this and your currently living in Bermuda, I’d wait a while before I pull out the microwave popcorn and an extra box of Kleenex. Seems this DVD isn’t available for purchase just yet here. Don’t ask how I got to see it ( cough, cough ).
November 24, 2007 at 11:08 am · Stacked in Leisure
Snacks, snacks, snacks! We just love ‘em. Snacking is one of my favorite things to do. We all have our favorites.
Cookies, muffins, candies, brownies, popcorn, granola bars; I love them all. When I was 16 I couldn’t get enough of those little European chocolate biscuts. ‘Penguins’ I think their called. My Aunt would bring them home and I’d wait till the perfect wee hour to devour at least 2 per-night. Mmmm, such a guilty pleasure. When I was 18, I started spending an unhealthy amount of time in front of the computer (what’s changed?). I’d bring home the large size box of those McVities Digestive Cookies, crush them up and mixed them with vanilla ice-cream. It made my belly sore every-time. But they were the perfect computing snack.
Everyday on my commute to work, I stop by Arnold’s Grocery and purchase 2 bags of Milano Cookies for $3.03. I know! What a waist huh? But their so worth it. Especially next to a vanilla mocha.
November 24, 2007 at 9:10 am · Stacked in Leisure, Musical
When I first told my friends I was interested in tackling the guitar everyone laughed and sort of shrugged their shoulders. They weren’t surprised when I made the random outburst during the drive to the movies that night. And they sure as hell weren’t as excited to hear it as I was to announce it. One of them told me I’d never get it down.
Man, its crazy. You gotta… sorta… like… twist your fingers in these weird ways and they be all jacking your finger-tips up and stuff
They were right! But the more you learn the easier it becomes, the prettier it sounds and the less it hurts. Isn’t that true with most new things you do in life? If you wanna build muscle, you gotta lift weight, sometimes it hurts, most times its hard, but it pays off in the long run. Same applies with public speaking, learning to read and cook. Well, maybe not so much cooking. I still burn toast and popcorn (the popcorn button on my microwave always burns it). Right Shadelle?
If you love the way your friend’s guitar sounds, want to learn, but figure its too much of a challenge; take it! The challenge I mean, not your friend’s guitar. Visit www.justinguitar.com and try a few free lessons. Don’t give up guys. Its easier than it seems. Now get to twisting those fingers.
How are ya? My name is Jesse. I blog about all sorts of things I find interesting on the web and in my life. If your lucky you might find some hobby-photography on here also. Enjoy.
