My dd wanted a Ukulele for Christmas. And not just any ukulele, a professional one. My reply? "They have professional ukuleles???" I thought they were more or less a joke. A plastic thing you bought at the gift shop in Hawaii, but evidently there's more to the Uku than meets the eye. Check out this guy:
The talent out there in the world amazes me.
I'm not a city person but the one thing I do love in NYC are the street musicians. (Okay, the pocketbook guys are a real close second-you can never have too many purses!) Musicians give the day a flavor unlike any other. I always dig in my pocket to tip these guys because I want them to keep coming back.
Do you think we writers could get anything for standing on street corners reading our stories? I mean, how about if we put a typewriter case on the ground, drop a few coins in it and just start reading, would they tip us too? What if we did it outside of an agent's office? Or publisher?
Okay, okay, it was just a thought...
So I bought her a Uku, now I'm waiting for my concert.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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