I’m so excited to see that the FIUTS CulturalFest promotion video is out! It is made up of recordings from the audition sessions and gives a sneak preview of what you’d see at the February 10th evening performance.
Get your tickets today! They are available online at Brown paper tickets for $15: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/144313
I can stare at this all day…
“Awwwwww……”
Pretty fascinating stats. The background music helps too.
super cute puppy
http://www.todaysbigthing.com/2009/09/08
Last Friday morning Ani and I went for the level 2/ morning session. There were few people in the class so we all got to row in singles and we got plenty of focused coaching while we were out. The water was also nice and quiet so we didn’t have to worry about dodging other boats as much.
Couple of things I have to focus on include: slowing down at the end of the recovery (instead of speeding up), and ensuring the oars are properly placed into the water before pulling.
My middle fingers continue to act funny but I think not gripping as hard would help: something I learned from the web: http://whiterockboathouse.com/rowing-tips/
This is also a good video of how to avoid and care for injuries in rowing:
How to Avoid & Care for Competitive Rowing Injuries
Rare appearance of an Indian HOT STUFF.
When are Asians going to get ahead?
I really like this song, the percussion, the strings, the poetic lyrics.
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
“Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!”
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
They are just so cute
