I keep going back and forth with my niche., but I think I’m going to stick to music since it s one of the only constants in my life.
For a while now, I have tried staying away from this topic because I had not heard anything worth talking about. I’ve stayed faithful with the music I listen to and don’t really bother to explore anything else because nothing is very original.
BUT!
I recently had the pleasure of talking to a wonderful young musician that is incredibly talented. He is located in Boston and the name of his act is, “ Character VS Author”
He is a one-man band and is currently searching for musicians that can learn his songs to make it more accessible to play live shows.
I can’t listen to music without good lyrics , and it seems this guy knows exactly how to write music as well as lyrics.
If you’re interested in listening to him, you can do it here : http://www.myspace.com/charactervsauthor
And if you like what you hear, you can downloads his songs here :
http://www.last.fm/music/Character%2520VS%2520Author?ac=character%20vs
Hopefully, you can get creative and discover something new or old that you like too :)
Monday, April 12, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Stay silent, so silent...enough to hear the whisper of God.
As I sit here writing about this. I find it hard, and odd. Not because I have too many things to say, but because I can’t seem to find anything to say.
This blog topic is not anything that I am comfortable with.
I’d like to call myself a baby Christian ; I found God about a year ago, and I’m trying to hang on tight. But, I’m still not comfortable talking about God or how I feel about Him because I don’t exactly know how to put it.
But lets give this a try:
Sometimes, most of the time, I don’t know what the right way is to talk to God…so I find myself talking to God like a friend.. A friend I’m scared of..A friend I don’t want to disappoint, a friend that I love.
And I talk to God when I’m alone; while I lay in bed. Or I talk to Him when I’m surrounded by a lot of people and I need to shut them out.
But I also, find myself ignoring a lot of Gods warnings. And as of lately, my life is crazy. I can’t find the time to catch a break, and my mind is overly exhausted. And sometimes when I get a “ gut feeling” or a “ bad warning” that is all it is to me… but I need to pay attention, and focus and know that it is not just a feeling, but it is God. And he is trying to talk to me only sometimes, I don’t listen.. because he is too silent, and I need to learn to be patient.
So, as I talked to my friend, I she told me “ Lisa, you need to learn to hear the whisper of God.”
So I’ve decided that I am going to allow myself some time so that God and I can talk, and so that I can listen.
And maybe with His help, I can learn to become more comfortable with talking…and listening.
This blog topic is not anything that I am comfortable with.
I’d like to call myself a baby Christian ; I found God about a year ago, and I’m trying to hang on tight. But, I’m still not comfortable talking about God or how I feel about Him because I don’t exactly know how to put it.
But lets give this a try:
Sometimes, most of the time, I don’t know what the right way is to talk to God…so I find myself talking to God like a friend.. A friend I’m scared of..A friend I don’t want to disappoint, a friend that I love.
And I talk to God when I’m alone; while I lay in bed. Or I talk to Him when I’m surrounded by a lot of people and I need to shut them out.
But I also, find myself ignoring a lot of Gods warnings. And as of lately, my life is crazy. I can’t find the time to catch a break, and my mind is overly exhausted. And sometimes when I get a “ gut feeling” or a “ bad warning” that is all it is to me… but I need to pay attention, and focus and know that it is not just a feeling, but it is God. And he is trying to talk to me only sometimes, I don’t listen.. because he is too silent, and I need to learn to be patient.
So, as I talked to my friend, I she told me “ Lisa, you need to learn to hear the whisper of God.”
So I’ve decided that I am going to allow myself some time so that God and I can talk, and so that I can listen.
And maybe with His help, I can learn to become more comfortable with talking…and listening.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
V-day
Let’s be honest , I’m sitting on my couch at my apartment with a friend. We are talking about Valentines Day and how much it is going to suck this year.
This year we broke up with our boyfriends.
This week, we stopped dating our potentials.
This Valentines Day we will be officially Date-less.
I mean, we could have waited until after V-Day to tell the boys its over, but if we’re being serious, we could not take another second of them.
So let’s assess the situation.
I don’t exactly know the history of V-day, but whoever thought of it sure had a good idea. A good idea that caught on
But I feel that if a man decides that he is going to take one night to treat the girl the way she is suppose to be treated everyday, then that is not a man worth having around. People get comfortable in situations, they forget how to open doors, how to be nice, how to go out of their way and show they care. But, if we make it a national holiday ( I don’t know if it’s official seeing as we don’t get the day off or anything, but its national so I guess that counts just as well.) then a guy suddenly remembers what it’s like to have a little chivalry.
So what is a girl to do?
Well that is still something I am trying to figure out. Last year, my friend called me and said, “ I hate today, I hate being single, and I hate that everyone is out on a date right now.”
Of course I ignored his childish manner, because, 1: I had a boyfriend and could not relate. 2: Boys that whine about something they can change upsets me.
But it got me thinking. I guess not all guys think of this as an OBLIGATION on their part.
But I really feel like I’m too much of a feminist to ever let a guy pay for EVERYTHING.
I like going Dutch sometimes… And I really hate when girls let guys pay for their expenses. Its cute once-in-a-while.. But it gets ridiculously old quick.
I think that is my main problem. Im caught in-between letting a guy go nuts on you for a day, and then having everything go back to normal.
So how do I really feel about this day? I have no idea.
This year we broke up with our boyfriends.
This week, we stopped dating our potentials.
This Valentines Day we will be officially Date-less.
I mean, we could have waited until after V-Day to tell the boys its over, but if we’re being serious, we could not take another second of them.
So let’s assess the situation.
I don’t exactly know the history of V-day, but whoever thought of it sure had a good idea. A good idea that caught on
But I feel that if a man decides that he is going to take one night to treat the girl the way she is suppose to be treated everyday, then that is not a man worth having around. People get comfortable in situations, they forget how to open doors, how to be nice, how to go out of their way and show they care. But, if we make it a national holiday ( I don’t know if it’s official seeing as we don’t get the day off or anything, but its national so I guess that counts just as well.) then a guy suddenly remembers what it’s like to have a little chivalry.
So what is a girl to do?
Well that is still something I am trying to figure out. Last year, my friend called me and said, “ I hate today, I hate being single, and I hate that everyone is out on a date right now.”
Of course I ignored his childish manner, because, 1: I had a boyfriend and could not relate. 2: Boys that whine about something they can change upsets me.
But it got me thinking. I guess not all guys think of this as an OBLIGATION on their part.
But I really feel like I’m too much of a feminist to ever let a guy pay for EVERYTHING.
I like going Dutch sometimes… And I really hate when girls let guys pay for their expenses. Its cute once-in-a-while.. But it gets ridiculously old quick.
I think that is my main problem. Im caught in-between letting a guy go nuts on you for a day, and then having everything go back to normal.
So how do I really feel about this day? I have no idea.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Haiti
My first reaction when I heard the news about Haiti was that it is such a tragedy. It seemed every media source as well as social networks were spending all their time covering Haiti.
And I started to think. Exactly how many journalists are at the site of destruction? And, how many are actually necessary?
There are over 300 journalists covering Haiti for their broadcast news, newspaper, and every other sort of media. And it was somewhat disappointing.
The people of Haiti need all the help they can get. There are too many dead, too many orphaned and too many wounded. I guess I just feel like 300 extra people to feed and house is unnecessary.
And I thought, “ wow, how shameful to have journalists only think about their job, and not care about the devastation.” I was embarrassed in a way to think that these journalists were fitting into the mold that they will do whatever they can to get their story.
But I understand that we need to know what is going on. As citizens we need a constant update on what is happening and if there is any progress in Haiti. But 300? I thought that it would have been a good idea to possibly share stories to have fewer journalists over there.
And then a media outlet ( I forgot which one) said that every one of the journalists that was covering something in Haiti took their own food so that they would not interfere with the aid that was being provided for the people of Haiti. I thought , “ oh, well I guess this makes things a little better if they are being considerate.” But what about housing? Where is everyone staying? And even if they are paying for their own housing, they are still occupying space that could be used to house the Haitians during their time of need.
As an aspiring journalist, I know that this would be huge to cover, and I don’t think that many journalists could give this up. But I think that every network, and every media outlet is telling us the same thing. So why not have at least half of the journalists return to their places and only leave the journalists that are needed.
And I guess we should all be grateful that so many people are coming together and helping out in any way that they can, because I feel like there is a huge amount of people helping, and its good to
And I started to think. Exactly how many journalists are at the site of destruction? And, how many are actually necessary?
There are over 300 journalists covering Haiti for their broadcast news, newspaper, and every other sort of media. And it was somewhat disappointing.
The people of Haiti need all the help they can get. There are too many dead, too many orphaned and too many wounded. I guess I just feel like 300 extra people to feed and house is unnecessary.
And I thought, “ wow, how shameful to have journalists only think about their job, and not care about the devastation.” I was embarrassed in a way to think that these journalists were fitting into the mold that they will do whatever they can to get their story.
But I understand that we need to know what is going on. As citizens we need a constant update on what is happening and if there is any progress in Haiti. But 300? I thought that it would have been a good idea to possibly share stories to have fewer journalists over there.
And then a media outlet ( I forgot which one) said that every one of the journalists that was covering something in Haiti took their own food so that they would not interfere with the aid that was being provided for the people of Haiti. I thought , “ oh, well I guess this makes things a little better if they are being considerate.” But what about housing? Where is everyone staying? And even if they are paying for their own housing, they are still occupying space that could be used to house the Haitians during their time of need.
As an aspiring journalist, I know that this would be huge to cover, and I don’t think that many journalists could give this up. But I think that every network, and every media outlet is telling us the same thing. So why not have at least half of the journalists return to their places and only leave the journalists that are needed.
And I guess we should all be grateful that so many people are coming together and helping out in any way that they can, because I feel like there is a huge amount of people helping, and its good to
Thursday, January 21, 2010
I don't think I'll ever come back down
Last semester we were told to find our niche. Of course I chose music. A niche is something you feel you know a lot about. But just like a new semester, my life in college is just as new. No, I’m not new to college, I’m new to the college life. So, if a niche is something you’re good at; this is it.
My life, along with the life of Bre Armstrong has shifted. For the better? We’re still figuring it out.
So this is the statement we are living by : Anything that could possibly go wrong for us, does.
Someday when we’re out of college, we will laugh. In the mean time, we’re just two young girls trying to survive ridiculously bad luck.
So here are a few things a college girl should avoid :
The James Building.
Let’s face it, as much as we all want to overlook the fact that our school has catacombs in the basement, it does not overlook us. On a random night, Bre and I experienced something no one should ever have to. Footprints, noises, flickering lights, and chains is not something you want to experience when there is no one else around.
Downtown Riverside.
Just because there is no one around, is not an excuse to park in a tow zone. The mean( and shady) tow people will try to take your money, and your car! A 10 minute boba run, could turn into a 3 hour license revoked dilemma that involves middle men, cops, and rap music.
Night runs through a drive-thru.
As much as we probably don’t need the calories; we most definitely do not need the car accident either. We don’t need the guy in front us to decide to go reverse and back into your beautiful car that is like a child to you. But, I could not be mad, accidents happen.
But there have not been two girls with worse luck. The only thing we seem to be good at, is laughing once the trouble has subsided.
So last night as Bre and I slept on the floor of my apartment( well more like I on the floor, and Bre the obvious former girl scout built herself a cot out of cushions and pillows) we tried to come up with solutions to our problems.
This is what our conversation ( at 3:30 am) consisted of:
“ Lisa, we have the worst luck any two girls could have”
“ why does this always have to involve our cars?”
“ I got an idea! Let’s write a book! This stuff is straight out of a movie!”
“ or we could just invest in some bikes”
“ I gotta learn how to ride on first”
“ wait what?!”
“ my friend fell off a hill in her bike”
“ uhhh”
“ man, I love when people fall…and hurt themselves”
In reality, this probably isn’t the best idea for us. We PROBABLY would fall and get hurt. Bushes, scabs, rubbing alcohol, and band-aids would be involved.
So until our good karma starts kicking in, we’ll continue …..whatever it is that we’re doin’.
My life, along with the life of Bre Armstrong has shifted. For the better? We’re still figuring it out.
So this is the statement we are living by : Anything that could possibly go wrong for us, does.
Someday when we’re out of college, we will laugh. In the mean time, we’re just two young girls trying to survive ridiculously bad luck.
So here are a few things a college girl should avoid :
The James Building.
Let’s face it, as much as we all want to overlook the fact that our school has catacombs in the basement, it does not overlook us. On a random night, Bre and I experienced something no one should ever have to. Footprints, noises, flickering lights, and chains is not something you want to experience when there is no one else around.
Downtown Riverside.
Just because there is no one around, is not an excuse to park in a tow zone. The mean( and shady) tow people will try to take your money, and your car! A 10 minute boba run, could turn into a 3 hour license revoked dilemma that involves middle men, cops, and rap music.
Night runs through a drive-thru.
As much as we probably don’t need the calories; we most definitely do not need the car accident either. We don’t need the guy in front us to decide to go reverse and back into your beautiful car that is like a child to you. But, I could not be mad, accidents happen.
But there have not been two girls with worse luck. The only thing we seem to be good at, is laughing once the trouble has subsided.
So last night as Bre and I slept on the floor of my apartment( well more like I on the floor, and Bre the obvious former girl scout built herself a cot out of cushions and pillows) we tried to come up with solutions to our problems.
This is what our conversation ( at 3:30 am) consisted of:
“ Lisa, we have the worst luck any two girls could have”
“ why does this always have to involve our cars?”
“ I got an idea! Let’s write a book! This stuff is straight out of a movie!”
“ or we could just invest in some bikes”
“ I gotta learn how to ride on first”
“ wait what?!”
“ my friend fell off a hill in her bike”
“ uhhh”
“ man, I love when people fall…and hurt themselves”
In reality, this probably isn’t the best idea for us. We PROBABLY would fall and get hurt. Bushes, scabs, rubbing alcohol, and band-aids would be involved.
So until our good karma starts kicking in, we’ll continue …..whatever it is that we’re doin’.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Prof Romo. Blog 1
I don’t have one particular moment that was significant that happened over Christmas Break. But I still had a good time. When finals came around for the end of Fall, I was ready to go home and relax.
Since all my friends were home from college, I definitely took advantage of it and saw them all while they were home. My days consisted of going Christmas shopping, standing in long lines, fighting for parking, and going to the mall several times a day.
My nights consisted of reminiscing with friends over coffee, laying on the couch watching re-runs of the Vampire Diaries.. and watching movies.
I spent several days in San Diego hanging out with friends and of course, going shopping. But, after a while, I wanted to go back home and just do NOTHING!
Christmas was full of the three F’s : Family, fun, and food! Three of my favorite things. But once it was over, I was a little relieved. As much as I love Christmas, I hate hectic situations and I was ready for the holidays to be gone.
I was really excited for new years. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I was going to do something. So, spur of the moment we decided to go to Las Vegas. When we arrived, it was dark already. So, we had some fun and waited. The strip was completely shut off so it allowed people to be walking through the streets without having to worry about traffic.
Las Vegas was packed. As a child and throughout my whole life, Las Vegas was always my second home. But I had never been there during New Years. So when 12 midnight hit, the people gathered around, and the sky was lit up with fireworks from every direction. It was quite entertaining. Next came the journey to the car. After what seemed like 12 hours to reach it, we finally made it. And I was beat!
Since we were located on the roof, and there were six floors ahead of us, it took over an hour to get out of the parking structure. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to sleep.
It was freezing, the drive home consisted of me trying to sleep and trying to defeat the 27 degree weather on the way home. It was not a happy time. Luckily I ended up falling asleep and by the time I woke up, I was already home. A 5 hour drive does not do anyone any good.
My next several days consisted of getting ready to go back to school, saying bye to my friends, and leaving my family. I love home.
Since all my friends were home from college, I definitely took advantage of it and saw them all while they were home. My days consisted of going Christmas shopping, standing in long lines, fighting for parking, and going to the mall several times a day.
My nights consisted of reminiscing with friends over coffee, laying on the couch watching re-runs of the Vampire Diaries.. and watching movies.
I spent several days in San Diego hanging out with friends and of course, going shopping. But, after a while, I wanted to go back home and just do NOTHING!
Christmas was full of the three F’s : Family, fun, and food! Three of my favorite things. But once it was over, I was a little relieved. As much as I love Christmas, I hate hectic situations and I was ready for the holidays to be gone.
I was really excited for new years. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I was going to do something. So, spur of the moment we decided to go to Las Vegas. When we arrived, it was dark already. So, we had some fun and waited. The strip was completely shut off so it allowed people to be walking through the streets without having to worry about traffic.
Las Vegas was packed. As a child and throughout my whole life, Las Vegas was always my second home. But I had never been there during New Years. So when 12 midnight hit, the people gathered around, and the sky was lit up with fireworks from every direction. It was quite entertaining. Next came the journey to the car. After what seemed like 12 hours to reach it, we finally made it. And I was beat!
Since we were located on the roof, and there were six floors ahead of us, it took over an hour to get out of the parking structure. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to sleep.
It was freezing, the drive home consisted of me trying to sleep and trying to defeat the 27 degree weather on the way home. It was not a happy time. Luckily I ended up falling asleep and by the time I woke up, I was already home. A 5 hour drive does not do anyone any good.
My next several days consisted of getting ready to go back to school, saying bye to my friends, and leaving my family. I love home.
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