The most annoying thing EVER and what I can do to stop it.

Okay so the biggest pet peeve I have, and I’m confidant to say that like 90% of you are victim of this, is pouring syrup improperly! I should be a professional syrup pourer! Any one who knows me knows I CAN’T STAND IT when people don’t know how to pour syrup. Seriously though, how hard is it? It amazes me to think how humans, who are so smart and capable of so much, can’t get something as easy as pouring syrup. I know it’s a sticky substance, more so than juice or water, and theres a tiny little hole that could offer some challenges, but come on! If we can go into space, paint beautiful works, play abunch of instruments and understand music, build robots, perform heart surgery on people, ect., THEN WHY CAN’T WE POUR SYRUP!?!? I watch people pour it and I see how careless every one is. It’s almost as if people enjoy being complete and utter slobs. Like when we were small children, some of us liked making a mess, but we’re adults now and it just seems like with syrup, everyone still has the same sloppy behavior and makes a big mess, like it’s fun to get syrup all over the cap. I just don’t understand. I’ll explain:

Step 1: You don’t need to tip the entire bottle upside down (give maybe if there’s only a little tiny bit left, that’s a whole different technique, not even going to talk about that right now). It will come out, secondly you don’t have to squeeze it like you’re trying to kill it. First, depending on how new the syrup is, I’m assuming about 3/4 full, just hold the bottle parallel with the surface, then if needed tip it just a little bit, like 3, 4 degrees. At this point the syrup still may not be coming out; it’s okay! IMPORTANT NOTICE: If the syrup is brand new! DO NOT hold it parallel, in that case, just tilt it about 10 to 15 degrees….

Step 2: Ever so slightly, squeeze it very gently, you will get a nice even flow of syrup. Brace yourself, you may have never poured syrup like this before! You can move your hand around while keeping the same amount of even pressure on the bottle. All around the plate, la de da, syrup syrup (see. you can still have fun with it)

Step 3: Here’s the tricky part, when you find you have enough and want to stop pouring, just stop squeezing. SO MANY people make the mistake of just radically jerking the bottle up thinking the syrup will stop, neatly, but does it ever? Nope. That is how my technique is different (better). So stop squeezing. If you’ve done everything right up until this point, the syrup should stop flowing out of the hole, but never fear, if it is still going for some reason, just stop squeezing and SLOWLY tilt the bottle up to it’s upright position (not jolting it out of fear!) Slow really is key in this instance. This prevents ANY syrup from getting on the entire cap, or bottle. My entire bottle is clean! Yes, I’m that good! You can be too! No sticky-ness that is disgusting to touch or worse yet, trying to fight opening the cap because it is  so solid on there that it acts as a glue. I don’t have that problem, and you no longer have to suffer either!

If you just try my technique I can’t get mad, even if you do get a little it of syrup on the cap or bottle, just clean it up and keep practicing. At least you’re making an attempt. You will eventually get it. Remember, don’t be nervous. When my friends are using my syrup, they know I’m watching them very intently, I think it makes them nervous, then they end up making a mistake and getting syrup on the bottle. Just trust yourself and have faith that you will do it correctly. If you try really hard NOT to make a mess, you won’t. Pass this on so we can make the world a better place. Teach your children the right way to pour syrup. Maybe eventually the whole world will pour syrup the right way. What a beautiful day that will be.


I Hope I Never Lose…

My Sense of Self. I’m very aware of my center, my body, and my surroundings. I don’t ever want lose the feeling of knowing what’s going on. It’s what tells me who I am in times of trouble and desperation, it’s the true essence of Me, my character, my beliefs. It’s my eyes, it’s my temple that I inhibit (aka, the human body) and my scent, recognizable to me. It’s what I know sets me apart from the next person, and why extraordinary things happen, for unexplainable reasons… that feeling, that feeling we all have….

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Being on the Spotlight

This is it, one shot to make this as perfect as you can… Don’t think about it too much; trust that your body mind and soul will guide you, no need for anxiety, EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE GREAT. So good, this energy is amazing. I love this. There’s nothing else I want to do. The lights accent me and I can’t see the audience but it’s quite obvious that they are there. It’s becoming more and more of a natural feeling, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like when I’m 71! This is amazing. One shot. =)

My music, my passion, my LIFE

Every once and a while there will be a piece of music, within that piece I find the most dazzling form of content. I literally lose myself within the piece. It is wonderful and it has happened to me a mere two times in my music career (just to give some perspective as to how rare it is for me). That’s not very many but I’m glad it doesn’t happen too often because it makes it more of an extraordinary experience when it does happen. So what is this feeling like you ask? I am not thinking about anything else. Everything around me isn’t there, all my worries no longer exist for a few slight moments. It is just me and the music. I look at the sheet of paper with all the little dots and lines and the unique pattern each makes. Playing is no longer a challenge, it just flows out of me like my nature. There is just me, my instrument and the music. I connect very deeply with the sounds I’m making. Nothing could make me quit playing. In that moment I have one objective: to make those little black notes dance across the page. I become one with the music. I close my eyes, I have goosebumps and I cry but not tears that belong to any one type of emotion, just tears, empathetic tears for the music and maybe just a hint of how overwhelming the feeling is, I CAN PLAY! I call them tears of music. Now remember, this doesn’t happen all the time, just once in awhile when there’s that perfect little piece that just touches me in that unique way. It’s very personal and it is why I really decided to play music for the rest of  my life, this feeling was so good I thought “this is what I am made to do!” If I could do this as a career why would I wanna do anything else! Gosh that moment, that moment is why I play music. I am assuming any other musician out there has or will experience something similar. Such a personal moment. I hope everyone has the opportunity to experience something like that in their lifetime, whatever it is you do may you find the same passion as I do in my music!

A beautiful Sunday with a beautiful boy

I have a sexy lover!  His smile is bright and his eyelashes thick! He is the sweetest person ever with the weirdest quirks sometimes. This smorning was wonderful with him, I love his legs! I even like his knees!!!! And his brown hairs that complement his mocha colored skin so well. Let me tell you about his feet! They are nice looking feet. He smells wonderful, enticing. I like him with one day, no shower as strange as that may seem. He is slightly bigger than me, big arms, longish skinny legs with brown hairs growing out of them He’s absolutely adorable! His breath is sweet and I love to know he is breathing. He is my love! He’s the only way I would like to spend my time. A happy, relaxed life we will live =) Everything is simply delightful. No stressful thoughts polluting our minds, just simple, togetherness. We lay looking at each other admiringly, he has me all over him and I have him all over me. It’s perfect and exactly how I want it to be! Blessed be my love and me to live a life full of happy!

Good or not?

I think I am a good person, however lately I’m not so sure anymore. I feel like I failed somebody. I feel like their opinion of me went down. Maybe it’s just that I tell myself I’m a good person but really I am giving myself too much credit and I’m not. I’m only human and I know we all make mistakes but I feel like she (he) is pointing out bad qualities in my personality to comfort herself (himself). That, to me, doesn’t seem very sincere on her (his) part. What classifies  a good person? Again, I think I am but she (he) is changing my mind. I guess I will just prove them both wrong!