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Reading rules

Russian is spoken not in the way it is written. With vowels stress means a lot. There are two tricky vowels: О and Е. If these are stressed in a word, they are О and E, that’s ok. But if they are not stressed, they turn into А and И respectively. The word “велосипЕд” (a bicycle) should be pronounced as “виласипет”. The first Е is not stressed, O is also not stressed, the second E is stressed and it’s still E and about Д down below.

Some consonants have pairs. A deaf one and a ring one. They are Т-Д, К-Г, Ш-Ж, П-Б, Ф-В, С-З. If a ring sound is in the ending of a word, it is pronounced as its deaf pair. In a word “велосипед” Д is the last letter of a word, that’s why it turns into T in speaking. If a ring consonant stands before a deaf consonant, it also turns into its deaf pair. “лОжка” (a spoon) is pronounced as “лошка” because К is a deaf sound. So Ж becomes Ш.

If a deaf consonant is in a position before a ring consonant, it also becomes ring. “ПрОсьба” (a request) sounds like “прозьба”. Б is ring and С becomes З. “C другом” (with a friend) also sounds like “Здругом” as C is deaf and Д is ring, so C turns into З.

pro tip kiddos

take the time now and become so fucking good. practice; constantly, everything. learn everything you can. get upperclassmen, staff, anyone you can, to teach you. learn from your own mistakes, learn from the mistakes of people around you. learn from every source you have at your disposal. get creative. play easy songs you enjoy, because they will motivate you to practice. practice hard exercises that make you want to give up, because they will make you better. take the years you have now and become the best you can be, because regardless of what situation high school lands you in, you will be so good your chances at become better will soar. your peers will look up to you, because you have so much to teach and share. your superiors and staff will look up to you, because you have developed habits and skill and that are invaluable and have so much to give. you will have so many doors open to you, because you took the time to open them before you knew they existed. and finally brother, you will have learned, before your time, the most important lesson of all; what it truly means to be a musician, and that there is still so much more room to grow

to @recorder-jesus, on looking forward to moving up a level

Dare to Dream Big …. 💗 (by Claire Saphier)

No two languages are ever sufficiently similar to be considered as representing the same social reality. The worlds in which different societies live are distinct worlds, not merely the same world with different labels attached

Edward Sapir (1929), “The status of linguistics as a science”, Language 5 (4): 207, doi:10.2307/409588 (via linguisten)

~ Quick Sketch of a Gecko

School music vs private study

I have 1500 followers. Here is a Cello Bird. (and his assistants) This one goes out to @literarymagpie

Beauty and the Beast (In the Style of Rachmaninoff)

OMG so I just figured out the word “hurt”

it’s past, present and future

you will be hurt

you are hurt

you were hurt

BECAUSE IF SOMETHING TRULY HURT, IT NEVER REALLY STOPS

every time I listen to this clip, my soul is cleansed

“one hundred days til graduation.”

5 things you didn’t know about...conductive graphene inks

Credit: James Macleod/University of Cambridge Department of Engineering

1. They have a high concentration of graphene flakes – up to 100g per litre.

2. They are made in a microfluidisation process, during which graphene flakes are broken off graphite using ultra-high shear forces.

3. 100% of the starting graphite material is converted into useable graphene flakes.

4. Carboxymethylcellulose sodium salt is used to stabilise the material, without a need for centrifugation.

5. Applications include large-scale screen-printing, flexible electronics, such as transistors and photovoltaic cells, and potential future uses in food packaging.

To find out more see page 15 of the upcoming April issue of Materials World.

Remarkable Japanese Timber Structures

House of Japanese Cedar by Suga Shotaro / Suga Atelier 

Center Pompidou-Metz by Shigeru Ban Architects Europe

Kitazawa Kenchiku Factor by Fumiko Misawa + Masahiro Inayama

Sea-Folk Museum by Naito Architect & Associates

Church Sun-pu by Taira Nishizawa

Sumika Pavilion by Toyo Ito & Associates, Architects

Final Wooden House by Sou Fujimoto Architects

Yusuhara Wooden Bridge Museum by Kengo Kuma and Associates 

Woods Of Net by Takaharu + Yui Tezuka / Tezuka Architects 

Mokuzai Kaikan by Tomohiko Yamanashi / Nikken Sekkei + Takeyuki Katsuya / NSD    

Cello is rad 😎

agreed (:

Why are you sad?“ "Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.

Leo Tolstoy (via depressinglysadsociety)

So You Want To Be a Surgeon

(For: Domonique Nichols)

Every surgeon has to learn how to hold scissors without nervous hands, how to break open skin and wound a body just to fix it. How can we mend a broken heart if we’re too afraid of getting its blood on our hands? There will be blood on your hands. If you are going to be something, then you have to learn to kill for it. Every surgeon has the power to kill, however life exists at the cusp of that incision. Look at your hands. There is blood running through your fingers and every line in your palms lead somewhere. Where? to your destiny, where the light shines like a fire burning down forest. 

Be scared, but do not fear. The nervous pounds in your blood are natural stimuli just as the rain that feeds the seeds in the ground that cause the herbs to grow. Fear is created from the voices of question, of failure–waiting for rain. But voices can be silenced like the way a wave rushes in and drowns a ship. Rain will come.  I hope your insides tremble when you whisper your dreams and you awake at midnight hours gasping for air. there is a call for you I hope you answer in passion. So you want to be a surgeon? Your first surgery starts here. Here, in the quiet hours where the world sleeps and darkness swallows you with anxiety…  Make an incision while you are awake. bleed, feel, ache, heal. Begin to remove and sew whatever it is that is holding you back. Release yourself from self arrest; because walls are only walls, they are built with the same hands you have to cut away. Get away, pull apart the jail bars, diseased parts and set yourself free. Look at what your hands can do.

Your hands can sew and mended a heart, remove cysts that grow in the mind of emotional hurt bodies, cut away fears and tumors of the past. You can leave a body working like an unbreakable machine.  Your hands can bring life. Your hands can fight back, your hands can love better, Hold tighter, and let go easier. So you want to be a surgeon? Have faith. Kiss your hands with belief, and hold your dreams like a trophy you haven’t seen yet. Hold on to your hope, cradle dreams, sew wounds, and love is always a scar on the body like a piece of art. So love like a heart beat at the will of your hands on an open operating table.  Throbbing, breathing, beating.

Your hands they are warm and loving as the sun even when winter digs up goose bumps on the skin. You’ll spend time planting gardens just to see its beauty. Loving like petals but I hope you love like a rose thorn and pierce someone’s side so much they wail out in pain but are still strong enough to kiss you like a ticking time bomb just went off. Every surgery you will ever have to perform begins now. It begins with you. And if you’re too afraid to cut off people like snapped branches or too in love to let go as the leaves leave the trees in winter then you will never be able to save a life. Spring will never come. So walk with your hands wide open, walk ready to give. Give, give yourself. Surgery begins with saving your own life. Your life lived is a fountain of beauty awed by the eyes of another. You keep giving and they live from your waters.

You are herbs in a bush, a twinkle in the sky and one day someone’s body will pray for your hands. Somebody’s body will thank your hands. You are beauty in flaw and an ocean that refuses to stop waving even in winter when no one visits the beach. Your smile is a candle in a cave, your laughter a soothing anodyne in the moment of pain. Breathe and let be. Your hands can move an orchestra so beautifully tears fall without notice. And when the song is done, the score keeps singing in the soprano whisper of hope. So you want to be a surgeon… make an incision down the middle of your own heart and carry it in your hands. Give it away. So you want to be a surgeon… cut the world in half and let the light in. Die for this, breathe for this, shine for this, live for this. And your very hands that cut the world open will sew the world back up. 

Do it how you like, but make it beautiful.

Johannes Brahms (via sonateharder)

If you dropped a water balloon on a bed of nails, you’d expect it to burst spectacularly. And you’d be right – some of the time. Under the right conditions, though, you’d see what a high-speed camera caught in the animation above: a pancake-shaped bounce with nary a leak. Physically, this is a scaled-up version of what happens to a water droplet when it hits a superhydrophobic surface. 

Water repellent superhydrophobic surfaces are covered in microscale roughness, much like a bed of tiny nails. When the balloon (or droplet) hits, it deforms into the gaps between posts. In the case of the water balloon, its rubbery exterior pulls back against that deformation. (For the droplet, the same effect is provided by surface tension.) That tension pulls the deformed parts of the balloon back up, causing the whole balloon to rebound off the nails in a pancake-like shape. For more, check out this video on the student balloon project or the original water droplet research. (Image credits: T. Hecksher et al., Y. Liu et al.; via The New York Times; submitted by Justin B.)

Baroque music… the weak side of my playing which I am trying to improve!

All musicians started somewhere, just keep practicing, playing your heart out, you’ll get there eventually

A random musician (via cupcake037)

Words to remember.

(via practise-room)

my parents aren’t teaching me life lessons.

#i need some adults to TEACH ME SHIT ABOUT LIFE

give me one day. give me one day, and i’ll tell you all the interesting conspiracy theories, like the phantom time theory, which states that the dark ages didn’t happen and the year is actually 1719. i’m not crazy, and i don’t believe in them, but i think they’re the most interesting thing. give me one day, and i can fill your head with every theory we have about multiple universes, about the giant perpetual storm on jupiter, how volcanoes were essential to life, how the moon was created, and a step by step walk through of the seconds following the big bang. give me one day, and i’ll drive you to the best ice cream shop in the cutest little area that barely counts as a town. give me one day, and i’ll show you the quote i jumped the fence onto the turf at my old high school to write on the stands, the old oak i love and a map of the stars that i look up at all the nights i don’t sleep. and i know that i keep talking about space, but all i know about is the universe and i never learned how to make small talk. now i know that theories and the universe aren’t everyone’s forte, and maybe you’re lactose intolerant, and maybe you hate quotes and find trees boring. give me one day. and if at the end of it you don’t Love me, i’ll let you go.

just one (via ashesofpaper)

Let your smile be sincere and let your heart be warm, there is not enough time in the world. Bitterness is only going to bring you down, slower your pace, and hurt your soul, where it is possible it should be avoided. Wake up grateful and be proud of who you are, where you have been and where you are going to go. Leave nothing but happiness is your heart, as well as others. See where joy can carry you.

be grateful, be proud by Amy Kennedy

06/03/17

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(via satiricalwords)

some poetry for your evening :)

Discovery

When the life you thought you’d live is not the life you know, and all that the world had to give was just a giant show,

looking back at mountains crossed, and finding they were hills, that everything you gave or lost was worth its weight in pills,

it’s time to sink into the ground and feel the dirt surround, from in our chambers all around, not a sight, not a sound can be found.

-Christian Fett (@christian-fett)