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I live in Rhode Island, and always have. Probably always will. I'm a social worker at an HIV/AIDS support & resource center, a hospice volunteer, and a graduate student. I have a husband and a Corgi and two cats. I'm into: puns, napping, snacking, desserts (making & eating), crafting, listening to the same music I listened to in college, birds, and being drug-free and meat-free. |
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You may have seen The Great Gatsby over the weekend, but wait until you see The Great Catsby.
Of course. — tanya b.
@CHELSEA!!!!!!!!!
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This is gross, right?
look at this goddamn 65+ year old guy in flip flops with a plastic face deciding who is and isn’t cool enough to wear his shitty clothes.
He is the scariest human!
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Damn.
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I really love her.
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It was 3rd grade for everyone? This happened across the country?
Hey i was the best at playing hot cross buns on this badboy
Kindergarten.
i’m pretty sure the “why” is that it is a super cheap way to start kids on an instrument/learning about music. probably the cheapest of melodic instruments (besides, obviously, yr voice).
yeah i played in primary school
and yeah it’s super cheap, light enough for little kids to not struggle with, easy to learn and gives context to musical theory, it sets you up really well to learn a different instrument later, teaches posture and breathing technique, and there’s a reasonable amount of literature to suggest that learning an instrument helps with memory, reading and comprehension, and math
I was perfectly content to play piano and sing, and I will definitely be forcing musical education on my eventual children starting at like age 2, I just hated the recorder. For one thing, the whole idea of shared/communal wind instruments is super super gross—did anyone else’s school music department just have, like, a bucket of these that got passed out each year?—and also it never really sounded nice even if you hit the right notes because it was made of plastic, so there was no sense of learning something interesting or exciting. Also I could never ever get my fingers in the right places at the right times because you couldn’t see the holes while you were playing which just seemed PATENTLY unfair to me. I mean with the piano eventually you learn to play without looking, but not straight off.
I’m not filled with lasting and bitter resentment over this or anything, and I get that they’re cheap, I just…blugh, recorders. It’s hard for me to imagine anyone developing a lifelong love for music based on a recorder. I say we give kids harmonicas instead. They are equally unhygienic and also have to be played blind, but they’re actual proper instruments in their own right that sound good.
we had to buy our own you didn’t SHARE them that’s hells of gross D:
and yeah nah recorders are one of the worst instruments. i understand why they go with them but they’re pretty terrible.
We had them in Malaysia, too. We had to buy our own, mostly, but there were always a few spare in the music room.
And they weren’t half as fun as those Whistle pops, at least those were tasty.
Oh yeah. First grade (1984). Maybe second grade, too? I went to a weird Christian Scientist school. We DEFINITELY played them as first graders but after that it’s a blur.
Fourth grade. Mr Boday.
“for this i blame obama.”
whaaaaaaaaaaat. I sing “I’m going to pet some cats” to the tune of thrift shop all the time.
This is amazing.
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My dad is doing AMAZINGLY well right now. He doesn’t use a walker or wheelchair at all and if it wasn’t for his infrequent lapses in memory and...
Jesus, everyone was in Law & Order’s Season 3, Episode 16 (“Jurisdiction”).
you shouldn’t use unless you are or have been a sex worker:
• hooker
• whore
• prostitute
It came out soooo good. Smitten Kitchen rhubarb snacking cake. #baking #rhubarb #smittenkitchen
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Okay, now I’m on a Mom story kick. Whatever, it’s almost her birthday so I should honor her in some way.
I had a couple of friends in high school...
Just some racism from the muffler shop on Cherokee St. during the Cinco de Mayo block party. The next time we walked by they had taken it down. I...