Lennon & Maisy sing “That’s What’s Up,” OR: Why I Can’t Get This Song Out of My Head

I usually speed right past this kind of stuff on Facebook, but when my sister-in-law posted this video I clicked on it for 2 reasons:

1. She dedicated her post to my brother, John, along with her friends and family.

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2. I knew that if she liked it, I would like it, too. And it wouldn’t be some corny piece of crap.

I can’t imagine ever being this crazy talented, especially as a kid. But these two sisters sing so beautifully, and so well together, that this song is an instant Happy-Place earworm, as Linda Holmes likes to say. The song, “That’s What’s Up,” is originally by a band called Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros. Where the original reminds me of a tinny ode to School House Rock,  the girls’ version has a much more pure, sweet vocal melody and an engaging, natural performance.

Why can’t I get this song out of my head? Just listen; you’ll see what I mean:

Watching these girls, it reminds me of my Goddaughter and her sister – you can tell the girls love each other. It’s clear that Lennon & Maisy have been singing together since they were little (which you can see in their youtube videos). Their joy is evident.

And it scares the hell out of me.

Because they ARE so talented, I dread some skeevy “talent manager” getting a hold of them, and before you know it,  we see Lennon and Maisy wearing too much hair & makeup and stylist-induced designer outfits on The Today Show, like some E! network wannabes. And they get all stupid and slutty and spoiled.

PLEASE DON’T LET THAT HAPPEN! Please, parents of Lennon and Maisy, you seem like good people, you seem to be doing a great job raising these kids so far. I have to say, I have never heard of these two before they landed in my Facebook feed. (The duo are regulars on the series “Nashville,” and have made several television appearances.) So far, they are already off to a good start :) keep up the good work.

Don’t sell them out, don’t let them loose in the Hollywood machine. Care for them, raise them, make them do their homework, make them work shitty jobs to pay for their new car, make them respect themselves and their bodies, and don’t let them turn into slutty little brats.


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Just let them grow up to be themselves.

If you’re still on the fence as to whether you like them or not, this song will definitely sell you.

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Heidi

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How to win an art scholarship

This is how I applied for and won an art-based scholarship.

The Bethel E. Ells Scholarship is awarded to a part- or full-time art or art humanities major. I believe there is more than one recipient, but I’m not sure of the number. Here is the info from the application:

For students majoring in Art, this includes Drawing, Painting, Computer Graphics, Photography, and Sculpture or Art Humanities.

Continue reading How to win an art scholarship

Monologue: The difference between boys and girls is this:

Big sister or aunt-type giving boy advice to a younger girl.

MC: “The difference between boys and girls is this:

When a girl wants to go out with a boy, it’s because she thinks he’s cute and she wants to talk to him and look deep into his eyes and hold his hand and maybe kiss him someday, in this big, movie-like passionate, romantic way, like you see on book covers. And she wants him to think she’s the prettiest girl ever, and notice all the things she likes about herself that nobody else notices. And to never, ever, look at any other girls.

When a boy wants to go out with a girl, he wants to do most of those things, too, but he mostly wants to do all the nasty physical stuff [fill in the blank] he can possibly think of. And it’s not because he’s disgusting, or a jerk or a pervert, it’s just because he’s a boy. And a lot of the time they are more scared shitless of making the first move than you are. So if you have a boy that you know – maybe you’re “just friends,” and he spends lots of time talking to you and you laugh at the same jokes, unless he’s in love with another girl or gay, he most likely wants to do all of those things with you. ”

Monologue

—something that I’m working on. What say you? Leave a comment.

©@heidhorch

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What I learned at Barnes & Noble Today

  • Time flies when you are looking at books.
  • There are way more books to read than I will ever have time for in my life.
  • For fiction books, all you need to read is the first page to know if you’ll like the book.
  • My fantasy-adventure story is still relevant. The “does it matter?” slump/doubt has been completely erased, and fed with new inspiration. Thanks to the teen & young reader’s section, and re-visiting some of the classics.

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  • My read-aloud bedtime book is very relevant, and I can do my own illustrations. Even though I’m totally getting into unleashing my artistic side, I’ve been overwhelmed by my lack of experience. I keep thinking: How can I illustrate this story while fooling everyone into thinking I know what I’m doing?

With the recent nudging of a very good friend, some inspiration from Neil Himself (watch this video, and if you already have, watch it again), and today’s hours spent in the children’s section, now I know: art is art. Everyone has a different approach, and like Mr. Gaiman says, no one  can tell my story but me. No one can create the art that’s in my head but me.

So.

Off I go.

Back to School

Here’s a picture of me, my first week back to school, after a 22-year-break:

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I’ve been fortunate enough to have been a stay-at-home mom for 16 years, and a few years ago, went back to work part-time to help out with things like grocery money. Weird thing about teenage boys is, they like to eat. I enjoyed my job slinging magazines at the grocery store, and my other part-time job, driving delivery lunches for a couple of really awesome caterers. But the work was hard on my back, and I kept thinking…what’s next? Am I going to be lugging 20-lb bundles of Vanity Fair down to the checkstand when I’m 60?

So I started looking for a “real” job. Something that might earn me more money, maybe some benefits, and something I might be proud of. Not that I wasn’t proud of the way I lined up and categorized the magazine aisle, but I think you know what I mean.

And after perusing all of the jobs listings that seemed of interest to me, I realized: I can’t do any of them. As much as I would love to get into a marketing job (literary agent, maybe?), design, or editing, I have no experience or job training – other than keeping two boys and a husband in relatively clean clothes and lasagne for the past twenty years.

So, what could I do? Work part time for the rest of my life? Go back to retail or waitressing? Real Estate?

Luckily the timing worked out right, and back to school I went.

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I’ve had more than a few people tell me that I would make a good teacher.

Growing up with an über-feminist mother in the 1970s, in the days when there were only 3 major professions a woman was expected to aspire to were: secretary, nurse, and teacher, and having my mom always telling me that I could be ANYTHING, and that I should never settle for status quo, the idea of being a teacher never appealed to me. (Well, besides the office supplies, and being able to write on a chalkboard.) But it just seemed so unglamorous. Besides, I was going to be a movie star, remember?

When I began to look at what I really enjoyed it occurred to me that I really do like to teach things to people. And I’ve always loved art, have also always wanted to learn more about art and how to be a better artist. And whenever I did try to imagine myself as a teacher, I thought I would love to be an art teacher.

my son with our class's Paolo Soleri windbells
my son with our class’s Paolo Soleri windbells

When my youngest son was in elementary school, I offered to be the classroom volunteer for the Art Masterpiece program. As part of the program, volunteers were invited to attend free classes at the Phoenix Art Museum. Then we got all sorts of ideas for lessons and how to integrate them into the classroom. We could even tour the museum for free, and ask all sorts of questions to the Art Librarian. Over the next couple of years we made Paolo Soleri-inspired windbells, Lichtenstein-style portraits, and charcoal drawings of the desert. I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. And while the idea of volunteering in the classroom (usually for some sort of party) typically made me cringe, I couldn’t wait to get in there with those kids and talk about art.

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Lichtenstein’s Girl With Hair Ribbon, and a 3rd-grader’s self pop art self portrait

The most surreal part of starting college again was that the day before my very first day of school, my dad called – that 2:30 AM call that no one wants – to tell me my brother had died. I’d been on the phone with family, crying for 24 hours, and then I’m putting on a backpack and carrying a sack lunch. It was all too weird.

what am I doing here?

The first few weeks of school, my brain and my heart fought between being excited and happy, or heartbroken and crying. More than once, I had to excuse myself from class because it was just too much. But I felt him, every step of the way. My brother had gone back to school in his 30’s and received his degree in music education. He is part of the reason I decided to give it a try.

I learned so much my first semester: How I’m in LOVE with art history; how I get all science-nerd-fangirl over geology stuff; how, even though I’m a rockstar computer whiz when it comes to blogging, I don’t know sh*t about Excel (my only B!), how I get way in over my head for simple design assignments, and while I’m decent at drawing, I still have a long way to go.

Krusty Krab
This was a “candy box” design assignment. I made The Krusty Krab. Yes, folks, this is college. :D

Even my summer school classes, English 102 and Public Speaking – which I thought would be a breeze – challenged me in ways I never expected.

Look for more about my school adventures in the future. It’s certainly an overwhelming change of pace, going from full time mom to full time student, especially as an older -excuse me – non-traditional student, but it feels good. I have always loved to learn, and maybe I’m at the right time in my life where I’m able to appreciate the lessons. Wish me luck.

Look for Images from my first semester in the next post: Back to School: Projects

why instagram is winning

As a writer, blogger, and social media user, I’m pretty social.

  • I have a Facebook Page (not my favorite form of social media – but crucial):
facebook page
Chroi and Me on facebook

 

@heidhorch
my twitter feed: @heidhorch

 

senior share project
senior share project

 

  • Another tumblr, all horse pictures, all the time, for the horse crazy girls out there:
gypsy horses all the time
gypsy horses all the time

 

  • Another tumblr, where I tried to start my own meme (specific sense of humor required – YOU can submit your own here):
collage fromage
collage fromage

 

  • Another tumblr:
moongroove
moongroove

 

  • And another tumblr that seemed like a good idea but I keep forgetting to post on  it (maybe you could help out) it’s where I highlight found pieces of text from anywhere on the internet and showcase horrible punctuation and grammatical errors. I’m just sick of everyone being so stupid. (warning: mature language):
stupid in public learn how to use an apostrophe
stupid in public
learn how to use an apostrophe

 

  • And don’t forget Pinterest. (how could you?):
my Pinterest page HeidHorch
my Pinterest page HeidHorch

 

But when I want to instantly convey what I’m experiencing at any given moment, the go-to is Instagram:

Instagram - @heidhorch
Instagram – @heidhorch

Instagram is becoming my go-to choice for social media.

  • it’s instant (duh) — versus a blog post which can take me a few days to write, illustrate and edit.
  • it’s easy — take a photo, edit, and share. It can go right to your other social media accounts.
  • it’s addicting — so many horses! so little time :)
  • it’s visual — just like me.
  • paired with Twitter, Instagram is a powerhouse for connecting with your potential audience.
  • And now with video, it’s even more engaging. (Although I hear the Vine app is pretty cool too.)

It’s great because I can share something the minute I think of it. Pictures of our trip to the beach, Keira’s training, a recent concert, whatever art I’m working on, and the perennial favorite: my cat.

You can follow me here, and you can get the app here.

Instagram tips:

  • Cross-connect Instagram with other social media by using the same user name across the board (i.e., heidhorch). If you are SassySally on Twitter, Sally123 on Instagram and CraftySal on Pinterest, you readers don’t know that all three are YOU.
  • Follow people with similar interests to broaden your readership. For instance, I write about horses, writing, and art, so I follow horse people, writers, and artists. If they like my stuff on Instagram, they’ll (hopefully) follow the link in my profile to my blog.
  • Make sure you include a link to your blog (or Twitter account, or your main online page) in your profile!

Here are a few recent images:

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Check out Instagram. And if you’re already there, check out my feed (link above).

So, tell me — What do you like about Instagram?