This is a lovely performance on an invisible piano by comedy genius Rowan Atkinson (also known as Mr. Bean). The air piano act include two Beethoven sonatas: the first movement from the Pathétique Sonata No. 8 in C minor, Op.13 and the third movement of the Moonlight Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor, Op. 27, No. 2.
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My Love/Hate Relationship with Running
Today I ran four miles to Rays food store just down the road. Okay, so I didn't run ALL the way. I walked about half. After getting back, I thought I was pooped and just Couldn't POSSIBLY RUN ANYMORE...
.......apparently NOT!
Devin wanted to run as well. I was thinking quite Crazily.
I said, "Sure, why don't we just run out to the Goldman's house. (The Goldman's house from ours: about 5 MILES. But it was 5 miles there! We also had to run back.)
After we arrived at their house, I was exhausted! But I had to run back...
To cut a LONG STORY short, I hate running. But that's not all. I brought along my mother's iPod and it was so wonderful listening to great PRAISE MUSIC WHILE RUNNING.
I just gave glory to God while I was sweating and panting like a St. Bernard doggy. I also know that running is great exercise for the body. But it sure is hard. :)
There you have it. I now have a concrete love/hate relationship with running.
P.S. Running distance: About 14 MILES. I'M POOPED. BUT HAPPY I FINISHED IT.
God Bless You All.
In Christ,
~David
.......apparently NOT!
Devin wanted to run as well. I was thinking quite Crazily.
I said, "Sure, why don't we just run out to the Goldman's house. (The Goldman's house from ours: about 5 MILES. But it was 5 miles there! We also had to run back.)
After we arrived at their house, I was exhausted! But I had to run back...
To cut a LONG STORY short, I hate running. But that's not all. I brought along my mother's iPod and it was so wonderful listening to great PRAISE MUSIC WHILE RUNNING.
I just gave glory to God while I was sweating and panting like a St. Bernard doggy. I also know that running is great exercise for the body. But it sure is hard. :)
There you have it. I now have a concrete love/hate relationship with running.
P.S. Running distance: About 14 MILES. I'M POOPED. BUT HAPPY I FINISHED IT.
God Bless You All.
In Christ,
~David
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Random Stuff for A Random Post
People often say, "You crack me up. ha ha." And yet they fail to mention what bone cracked.
I really want to read a good book on procrastination but can't seem to get to it.
Don't get VCR and CPR confused because when someone's having a heart attack, the last thing they want is you handing them an appliance.
I bought some powdered water and didn't really know what to add.
Would people think you weird if your name was Fuzzy Goat?
If you went bowling would you use your ice cream bowl or your cereal bowl to win the game?
The Astronaut asks a man arrogantly, "How many times have you walked on the moon?" The man replies, "But I'm crippled."
I really want to read a good book on procrastination but can't seem to get to it.
Don't get VCR and CPR confused because when someone's having a heart attack, the last thing they want is you handing them an appliance.
I bought some powdered water and didn't really know what to add.
Would people think you weird if your name was Fuzzy Goat?
If you went bowling would you use your ice cream bowl or your cereal bowl to win the game?
The Astronaut asks a man arrogantly, "How many times have you walked on the moon?" The man replies, "But I'm crippled."
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Dear You...
This is something I made up a while back. It's supposed to be funny. So laugh a lot! Ha ha. It's called "Dear You." Maybe I'll write a song about it some day. The original paper is below.
Dear You,
I am entirely indifferent as to what you may suppose of this short epistle that I have undertaken in such considerable haste. You are the primary purpose of this engagement at present. Time does not allow me to fully express the intentions of my distressed being but I hope to convey one final and substantial thought. In this proposition, I ask that you fulfill a small favor for my ecstasy and happiness. Go ahead and give a hug to a friend, buddy, or possibly an old chum of yours, sometime presently. I sincerely thank you from the very bottom of my soul and pray that you finish your homework and whatever else is dear to you after having achieved the chore aforementioned. Have a truly terrific and solely stupendous day!
Dear You,
I am entirely indifferent as to what you may suppose of this short epistle that I have undertaken in such considerable haste. You are the primary purpose of this engagement at present. Time does not allow me to fully express the intentions of my distressed being but I hope to convey one final and substantial thought. In this proposition, I ask that you fulfill a small favor for my ecstasy and happiness. Go ahead and give a hug to a friend, buddy, or possibly an old chum of yours, sometime presently. I sincerely thank you from the very bottom of my soul and pray that you finish your homework and whatever else is dear to you after having achieved the chore aforementioned. Have a truly terrific and solely stupendous day!
Yours Alone,
Me
Me
