sometimes i do stuff that's cool

Once upon a time, I felt pretty cool.

This is why:

Look! Look! :)

That's me!

With 3,745 other people from around the world - 73 countries in all - for Eric Whitacre's Virtual Choir 3. :)

Such a neat experience.

Here are the first two, though I didn't get to participate in either:

The third comes out April 2nd.

I will be posting it here, don't you worry. :)

Cambian silencio por silencio... Happy Valentine's Day.

Last night I had the wonderful pleasure of listening the Salt Lake Choral Artists, conducted by Dr. Brady Allred, perform selected pieces by my very favorite contemporary choral music composer, Eric Whitacre, in Libby Gardner Hall. It was positively incredible! They are an extremely talented group of individuals, and the music... The music is amazing. 

My post today is a poem by Octavio Paz called A Boy and a Girl. Eric Whitacre set the translation to music, and I do believe it's my new favorite of his works. You can listen to that here. Also, take note of Eric Whitacre's fantastic hair. ;)

[Los Novios]

Tendidos en la yerba
una muchacha y un muchacho.
Comen naranjas, cambian besos
como las olas cambian sus espumas.

Tendido en la playa
una muchacha y un muchacho.
Comen limones, cambian besos
como las nubes cambian espumas.

Tendidos bajo tierra
una muchacha y un muchacho.
No dicen nada, no se besan,
cambian silencio por silencio.

[A Boy and a Girl]

Stretched out on the grass,
a boy and a girl.
Savoring their oranges,
giving their kisses like waves exchanging foam.

Stretched out on the beach,
a boy and a girl.
Savoring their limes,
giving their kisses like clouds exchanging foam.

Stretched out underground,
a boy and a girl.
Saying nothing, never kissing,
giving silence for silence.

That last line just gives me chills... 

I love what this implies- Even death does not stop true love.

Take that, menace of the years.

Invictus 

 William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul. 

I was introduced to this poem last week by my awesome friend, Spencer Kersh. It's his favorite poem... It's definitely one of my new favorites. :) It's super empowering, as well as... I don't know.... Almost chilling. Aaand... There's my inner nerd comin' out. :)

Hannah, this is for you.

Hey Hannah, I'm actually posting. :) This is my little tribute to my probably one and only reader:
Holyyyyyyyyyyy.... Manicotti.
Just ahcuz (wait, how do you spell it? Haha :) ).
I'll post more I promise, just give me until the end of this week and I should be much better about it!
Live long and prosper.
Rosie out.