I want to cry....

Look at [Khronos Atmosphaera]'s diary...

"I've never heard JollyJake singing except in that example with high C. I guess he's pretty good.
I would like to hear BeyondTenor too, because he is either very experienced and sings well or just talks too much.
Same thing with Neonotso. Actually I heard some examples of him, but those had no technique at all...
I'm very curious to compare the progress. I started later than either of you guys btw. Songs should include some notes above male high C i think."


Why do people constantly say stuff like that to me.

Total awesomeness...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPmYbP0F4Zw

"Something else I have always appreciated about you is that you did not care to spend money...you would give everything you had for your friends."


A dear... close... GAH... the closest, bestest friend I've ever had (aside from my wonderful Sherry Jo) wrote that to me in a MySpace blog. Obviously, that's not close to all of it. But, for some reason that hit me EXTREMELY hard, and I don't know why....

What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"

Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the gam e? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

"That day," said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world."

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

I would believe that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:

Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

Hi! This is Tenshi-chaaaaan! I've stolen the compy from Joshua and now I writteth in his diary!

*starts scribbling*

Although... his friends are probably all going to read this, and they are all serious people, and they are going to think I'm a freak... TToTT

ACK! GOTTA RUN!!

Alright peoples... give me your opinions here...


I talked to the Universities Professor of Music. More specifically, Dr. J Truman Dalton, Professor of Music, and the Vocal Coach/Consultant for the school....

To make a long story short, he pretty much told me I know more (vocally) than some of his graduating vocal students. He told me they offer a Music Education degree, but that's it. That means, I can get a 4-year, bachelor's degree in Education, to teach MUSIC.... ;.; That would be really nice. This means in public schools... making good money. Good teaching routine (all the holidays, lots of vacation and sick days, and three months off every summer, all paid for), insurance.... GAH... AND I WOULD BE SURROUNDED BY MUSIC!!!! Then, Dr. Dalton told me I could come back (or go somewhere else) and get a Master's or even Doctorate in soemthing specific, like Vocals, Aurals, Composition, etc... ;.;

Now, the question is.... WHAT DO I DO??? I'll most likely be taking AT LEAST 4 classes next semester that are MUSIC... mainly Music Theory, Aural Theory I, Vocal, Choral. I want OPINIONS NOW...

*EDIT*

Saturday, the 14th of April (today) I will not be in WV much. I'm going to go get Sherry and her belongings with her father. I love her... So, she's moving back her to me. So I can move out, so we can get married. Wonderful. So yeah, won't be here.

I have been looking for these two paragraphs for a long time. I've been told, and quite frequently, that I'm like Trent. Everyone at work says it. So, I know you don't know who his is. A LITTLE background. This comes from the Resident Evil: Code Veronica book, (#6). On page 240, it is the third and second to last paragraphs. If you know anything about RE, you'll know who Wesker is, if not, just know he's a very talented, and very experienced, warrior, between the army and such. He is a very good judge of character. And he knows what he's talking about, no matter what. He's very smooth, and is scared of nothing. This passage is written from "him," but still third person. Trent, the man referenced, is soley in the books, and you'll have to read book #0-6 to totally understand him anyway. Without further ado..

   "And he'd never admit it out loud, but Trent scareed him. He was so smooth, well-mannered and soft-spoken - but with a glitter in his eyes that made hiim always seem to be laughing, like everything was a joke and he was the only one who got it. In Wesker's experience, the ones who laughed were the most dangerous; they didn't feel like they had anything to prove, and were usually at least slightly insane.

   "I'm just glad we're on the same side, Wesker assured himself, believe it because he wanted to. Because going up against someone like Trent was a bad, bad plan."


And it seems, here recently... that side of me is coming out more and more... the bad part.. the TRUELY bad part... I like it. I want more of it.

I should have mentioned this. Hz is the wave frequency. The higher the Hz, the higher the pitch. A440 means that the A4, or the A above middle C (C4) is tuned to 440Hz. A tempered scale means that everything is perfectly in tune, based on the A4 frequency. So, my G4 is a perfect fifth above middle C, or seven semitones. Most men can't hit it full-out, so it's "high for a male". The A#/Bb4 is two semitones below high C (C5). So it's pretty high "for a male."

I'm extremely wore out today, mentally and physically. I'm like DANG! I'm going to pass out momentarily. I was practicing my "high-chest" singing coordination. BLEH is me now. I've never taken it higher than a G4 before. Well, today, I decided to do it. It wore me OUT. Here's proof. Two pictures. One is a G4, the other is a A#/Bb4. Both of which are slightly sharp. A true G4 (A440, tempered scale) is 392Hz. I was using 395Hz. A true A#/Bb4 is 466Hz and I was using 467Hz. ^^ Just so you know, a pure chest voice for me stops at F4. High-chest starts on F#/Gb4. I cannot start high-chest lower, and cannot stop pure chest higher.

Here are the screen captures to prove it. In the bottom right of the programs window, you'll see the Hz display. In the top left section, is the Waveform Envelope. The wider the waveform, the stronger the signal, so the louder the sound, and the more it carries. Below it is the Spectrogram. This shows my overtones for a "remembered" six second period. It records left to right. So the left was earlier than the right. It's the same "frozen frame in both pictures, you'll see. What DOES change is the green verticle bar, which on the left half shows you where I am in the time frame. The Power Spectrum (right) is different in both. The graph here is for the harmonics and partials for the fundamental frequency (pitch hit). Each peak is a harmonic. The first is the Fundamental frequencey. The rest are harmonics. Here, the verticle green bar moves left to right, which is equivalent to moving up and down amongst the pitches on the Spectrogram. So, the left side is the lowest pitch (G and A#), and the right is the highest pitch recorded as an overtone. To prove it's rather chesty, look at the Spectrogram. A mixed or falsetto sound will have significantly less overtones. Each horizantal squiggly (or peak in the Power Spectrum) is an overtone. =P Also, the higher the peak in the Power Spectrum, the louder the tone being made.

Sharp G4:
http://files.myopera.com/BeyondTenor/files/Sharp%20G4.bmp

Sharp A#/Bb4:
http://files.myopera.com/BeyondTenor/files/Sharp%20A%234-Bb4.bmp

Before anything... I see stuff like this, and no I'm not seeing things. Lol.

This is this guy's aura. They can't see the colours of the aura on film, so the colour means nothing. They all come out like this.

I updated Beyond Tenor's Music Page. Most of the pages that are posted are complete. Some of them aren't... but, they have a direction to follow now, and an order. It isn't much as of yet... but you just wait.

Check out Gmail's April Fool's Joke!


http://mail.google.com/mail/help/paper/index.html

I never knew this... and I'm obsessed with this game... I should have made the connections sooner.

One-Winged Angel

Safer Sephiroth is the final form of Sephiroth seen in the original game. Though one more battle follows Safer Sephiroth's defeat, it is a scripted battle purely for plot purposes and cannot be lost, so the fight with Safer Sephiroth is essentially the final battle of the game as far as gameplay itself is concerned. It follows the battles with Jenova-SYNTHESIS and Bizarro Sephiroth, and after Safer Sephiroth is defeated, a staged battle, a lengthy final cutscene, and the credits follow.

It is often believed that the name "Safer Sephiroth" is a mis-romanization of the boss' name when translating from Japanese, as was the case with Helletic Hojo, which should have been translated as "Heretic Hojo." A common rumor is that "Safer" is a misromanization of "Seraph" due to Safer Sephiroth's angelic appearance. Although this is inaccurate, Sephiroth does bear many similarities to a seraph, as seraphim are described in the Hebrew Bible, being humanoid angels with six wings: "With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying."[18] Safer Sephiroth can easily be interpreted as bearing the appearance of a seraph with an additional wing added in place of his right arm.

However, the origin of the name "Safer Sephiroth" is Hebrew, just as the lone name "Sephiroth" is (the boss' name as written in Japanese is "セーファ・セフィロス," or "Sēfa Sefirosu"; note that "safer" can also be transliterated as "sefer," "sapher," and "sepher"). "Safer" is Hebrew for "book," while "sephiroth" is Hebrew for "numbers," and, thus, the boss' name translates to "Numbers Book," or—more accurately—"Book of Numbers," one of the many Kabbalistic references in Final Fantasy VII. The Safer Sephiroth is a Kabbalistic treatise concerning the evolution of God from a being of inactive rest to one of active creation. It deals with the ten Sephiroth, a central concept of the Kabbalah. This may relate to the origins and purpose of Jenova or the Lifestream, and the concept of "numbers" most obviously alludes to Sephiroth's "clones," each bearing a numbered tattoo.

Safer Sephiroth is also known as the "One-Winged Angel," "One-Winged Angel" being the name of the well-known song which accompanies the battle with Safer Sephiroth. The title is also significant to Sephiroth's character due to its fallen angel connotation, a symbolic form of reference for those who have fallen from grace. To some, the name "One-Winged Angel" seems strange, as Safer Sephiroth has a total of seven wings. However, the original Japanese name is "片翼の天使 (Katayoku no Tenshi)," which means "an angel with wings on one side," rather than an angel with only one wing. However, "One-Winged Angel" is most likely in reference to the wing that replaces Sephiroth's right arm.

Final Fantasy Gone WILD!