Stasia Desiderata

~ 'a fire was in my head' ~ W.B. Yeats

Stasia Desiderata

Category Archives: Uncategorized

Your crowning glory

23 Monday Jul 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

Julie Andrews, Your Crowning Glory

It started with British sounds and accents in my head, eg. Ron Weasley’s “the cah…!” and Julie Andrews‘ “dear, little gihl….” I ended up with a ‘melodious laugh,’ a ‘well-honed wit…’ but putting this musing aside, Your Crowning Glory is without a doubt my favorite song from Princess Diaries II. The lyrics and the vocal harmony are so beautifully done.

Monday’s Music Moves Me is hosted by XmasDolly, Shewbridges of Central Florida, JAmerican Spice, Stacy Uncorked and Cathy Kennedy’s Blog. Larry of Cakeblast is the honorary co-conductor for the month of July.

To my MMMM friends: Due to work and travel I have not been able to participate in this fun meme for several weeks but I’m happy to be back playing again, this time and onwards here on Stasia Desiderata as I have decided to give up my other blog, Aisling Cottage where I used to have my music posts on.

Amor’s abode

17 Tuesday Jul 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

Better Homes and Gardens, Country Dreams

Aren’t you awed?
Aaron asks Allen,
at Amor’s abode?

Photo Source: Better Homes and Garden * This post is shared with ABC Wednesday

Waltzing Rosario

19 Tuesday Jun 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

Waltzing Rosario

English: Detail from frontispiece to Thomas Wi...

English: Detail from frontispiece to Thomas Wilson's Correct Method of German and French Waltzing (1816), show. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Have you dreamed of waltz or that you were waltzing?

“To see a waltz in your dream,” according to Dream Moods Dictionary, “represents class and sophistication. “To dream that you are waltzing refers to your prim and proper behavior. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you are the object of much admiration.”

I have never dreamed of waltz nor was there anything that had something to do with waltz ever in my dreams. No surprise there. Both my feet are left.

Deutsch: Lord Byron, britischer Poet

Deutsch: Lord Byron, britischer Poet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

But my Grandma Rosario loved waltzes. She would visit us and alone she would waltz her way to the kitchen, living room, everywhere in the house every chance she got, most of the time without music. It miffed my mother who was worried it was senility progressing, while I had fun watching Grandma sway her hips to imaginary music.

Once when I was about eleven, I played The Blue Danube in protest against pressure to practice Czerny. Grandma heard and immediately glided in my direction. Before she could warn me not to stop playing I turned from the sheet music to see her dancing, eyes round with elation. The poor portable keyboard faltered, and she looked appalled.

It has been twenty-four years. I love to imagine Grandma waltzing alone, just like the way Lord Byron said it in The Waltz (I.109):

 Endearing Waltz–to thy more melting tune, Bow Irish jig, and ancient rigadoon. Scotch reels, avaunt! and country-dance forego, Your future claims to each fantastic toe!
Waltz–Waltz alone–both legs and arms demands,
Liberal of feet, and lavish of her hands.

ABC Wednesday

O promise me

04 Monday Jun 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 7 Comments

Tags

O Promise Me

Diana Berry’s garden wedding scene in Anne of Avonlea enhanced what I feel about O Promise Me.  About six years ago I searched the song on the web but couldn’t find it anywhere. I’m glad it finally exists on youtube nowadays.

The joke I hear is that it’s like listening to a strangled cat. I don’t mind. I like old. I watch opera. And it’s awesome to listen to a piano version other than my own playing at family weddings –

The lyrics are beautiful. I might want this song if I ever get to make another attempt at the altar.

Oh, promise me that someday you and I
Will take our love together to some sky
Where we can be alone and faith renew,
And find the hollows where those flowers grew,
Those first sweet violets of early spring,
Which come in whispers, thrill us both, and sing
Of love unspeakable that is to be;
Oh, promise me! Oh, promise me!

Oh, promise me that you will take my hand,
The most unworthy in this lonely land,
And let me sit beside you in your eyes,
Seeing the vision of our paradise,
Hearing God’s message while the organ rolls
Its mighty music to our very souls,
No love less perfect than a life with thee;
Oh, promise me! Oh, promise me!

Monday’s Music Moves MeEnhanced by Zemanta is hosted by XmasDolly, Shewbridges of Central Florida, JAmerican Spice and Stacy Uncorked. Naila Moon is the honorary co-conductor for the month of June

One Hit Wonders

23 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 20 Comments

Tags

One-hit wonder

This week’s music theme had me wondering where have all those songs gone. But then that is why they are called one hit wonders.  Thanks to danboe.net  for his VH1’s Top 100 one hit wonders list. Memories came flooding back.

There was this color poster of Spandau Ballet in an aunt’s room where I hid a bowl of mackerel sardines under her bed. Those late night meals, pranks, and listening to True

Today after twenty-four years is my first time back to Electric Avenue. During school breaks, an uncle would send us cousins to a chicken bar-b-cue restaurant for dinner where this song was played all the time on FM radio –

At home, mother, a long-time church board member and strict, conservative christian banned songs she thought lacked virtues and were a bad influence on me. As someone educated from first grade to college by church-run schools, I of course thought differently and secretly enjoyed forbidden Macarena 

Grandma liked waltzes, My Country Tis of Thee and The Star-Spangled Banner. Her first teachers were American soldiers, and she was fond of Abide With Me.

This post is shared with Monday’s Music Moves Me of
XmasDolly, Shewbridges of Central Florida, JAmerican Spice
and Stacy Uncorked and with Mel’s Memory Lane

Enhanced by Zemanta

Burlesque and a pea

09 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 13 Comments

It’s the Burlesque trailer over Sense and Sensibility film scenes. Only today there’s no sense, no sensibility, and I add, no worry. As a Jane Austen fan I find this brilliantly creative and it makes me laugh.

 
I’m so amused I got a pea; which reminds me of Tuscany. You know Under the Tuscan Sun when Patti says, ‘I gotta (go) pee!’  
Bryant Oden takes me back to that Biology geek in college whose facial expression while mourning the disappearance of his lab snake was so funny. Silly snake probably went for a pea… err pee… err whichever in Grandma’s garden. 
I make no sense, do I? Perhaps this song does.
XmasDolly, Shewbridges of Central Florida, JAmerican Spice
and Stacy Uncorked.

Looking glass

03 Tuesday Apr 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 22 Comments

Tags

Charles Cooley, Communication Theories, Lady Diana, Looking glass self

The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. ~ William Makepeace Thackery

Looking glass, besides being a mirror, has several other references. It is a novel series, a computer server, a place in three US states, a name of an 1877 native American leader, among others.

In communication theories looking glass is an interactionist sociological concept.

Charles Cooley is known for his concept of the looking glass self. That is, a person’s self grows out of society’s interpersonal interactions and perceptions of others.

Children learn how others perceive them – “You’re a good boy,” or “You do nothing but get into trouble.”

A cousin tells his 5-year old daughter, “you’re really pretty, my child, aren’t you?”

His daughter answers, pouting as if annoyed that her Dad seems to have only just discovered her looks, “of course I’m pretty, Dad. A lot of people have already told me that.”

You may have known people who believe they are not attractive, although you think they look nice.  The mother of that girl with a pretty solid belief of herself as pretty, is quite attractive but doesn’t think she is. Fortunately that is not the case with her daughter.

http://themachoresponse.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html

When I was doing research for a case study on communication ethics, I read that Lady Diana said in an interview that she’s plain. I wondered if the news that she’s considered one of the world’s most beautiful women was ever reflected on her looking glass.

As a kid I once wrapped my head with a white towel like a coif and looked into my mother’s vintage looking glass. That was some kind of curiosity though, not people’s perception of me. I didn’t become a nun.

So I was then a carefree teenager with huge potential for truancy when in the middle of happily neglecting my meager piano ability, I was required to accompany a choir with piano music in a concert less than three weeks away. Struggling, panicking and ready to disappear into uselessness, the music director exposed me as “our pianist.”  Although a near death experience due to a nearly fatal embarrassment almost shrouded my looking glass, the two-thousand audience applause after the performance confirmed I was indeed their pianist.

ABC Wednesday

The Last Leaf

02 Monday Apr 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 9 Comments

Gothic read this week. Moors, a drunk lord, creeping dolls, an ambitious wench against an all-powerful political system, a castle abuzz with a trial of a witch, dispute over a stolen pig, failure to practice archery, howling winds, leaves changing colors, dancing, falling….
XmasDolly, Shewbridges of Central Florida, JAmerican Spice
and Stacy Uncorked.

You decorated my life

26 Monday Mar 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 12 Comments

Tags

Peabo Bryson, Pomp and Circumstance Marches

Of all graduation events (they are kind of big deal in my side of the pond) I got involved in, college was most delightful and memorable. My class marched to a live orchestra playing Pomp and Circumstance which, being classical, I like making at the same time Elgar as composer one of my fave male artists.

It was also the time when depending on parents for financial support was over, and I was excited, worried and wondering how to go about earning my own keep while nursing a dented heart. One of those graduation gifts I received was a cassette tape (that ancient, yes) from the college sweetheart responsible for a few broken veins in the heart, and somewhere among those songs were two other fave male artists Peabo Bryson and Kenny G  belting out By the time this night is over.

Those difficult years contributed to my growth as an individual and Decorated my life –

Fresh off the nest and not keen on the major that the parents prescribed and paid for in college, I would get up for work everyday protesting with an iron-clad fist… I wake up and french kiss the morning…

More stuff and a trip to the other side of the world later I gazed at the Buckingham recalling that rhyme from childhood about visiting the queen. Earlier Bryan May played God Save The Queen on his guitar at the roof of Her Majesty’s residence, another favorite – artist, piece, rendition and venue –

There was a lot of Queen mixed into those ‘Twinkle, twinkle little stars’ back then. Orientation seems like some reason why one loves what they love. I look up thinking there’s more beyond those blue skies.

This post is shared with Monday’s Music Moves Me of
XmasDolly, Shewbridges of Central Florida, JAmerican Spice
and Stacy Uncorked and with Mel – Arlene’s  Memory Lane
Enhanced by Zemanta

Interpersonal Communication: I-it, I-you and I-thou

13 Tuesday Mar 2012

Posted by Hazel Anastasia in Uncategorized

≈ 9 Comments

Tags

Interpersonal Communication

If you were to distinguish interpersonal communication or IC, from communication in general, how many people would you say IC involves? Many people would say IC involves fewer people, often just two. Perhaps because much IC involves only two or three people. But if it were then an exchange between ‘a homeowner and a plumber would be interpersonal but a family conversation wouldn’t be. The number of people involved is not always a good criterion for defining IC.’

Another suggestion is that intimate contexts define IC. Would that mean ‘a couple on a first date in a romantic restaurant engage in more IC than an established couple in a shopping mall? Context doesn’t necessarily show what is unique about IC. What distinguishes IC is ‘the particular  quality or character of interaction; what happens between people, not where they are or how many are present.’

The prefix inter means “between.” IC literally occurs between people. In a sense all communication happen between people, yet many interactions don’t involve us personally. Communication exists from a continuum from impersonal to interpersonal.

Martin Buber, a philosopher, presents three levels of communication: I-It, I-You, and I-Thou.

I-It communication is very impersonal. We treat others almost as objects, eg. salespeople, restaurant servers or clerical staff who are not often treated as people but as instruments to take orders and deliver what we want.

What do you do when someone hands you leaflets in malls? How do you respond to a homeless person who asks you money for food?

When a person ignores a beggar, it is an extreme form of I-It communication as the beggar is not even acknowledged.

I-You communication accounts for the majority of our interactions. People acknowledge each other as more than objects, more than just its, but they don’t fully engage each other as unique individuals. An example would be a salesclerk who asks, “‘May I help you?” and you respond, “I’m just browsing today.'”

I-Thou communication, as regarded by Buber, is ‘the highest form of human dialogue because each person affirms the other as cherished and unique. When we interact on an I-Thou level we meet others in their wholeness and individuality, not as merely occupants of social roles, but as human beings who we know and accept in their totality- their virtues and vices, hopes and fears, strengths and weaknesses’ (Wood, 2004).

Buber believed that only in I-Thou relationships do we fully become human, which for him meant we discard the guises we use most of the time and allow ourselves to be completely genuine in interaction.

Which among the three levels of communication: the I-It,  the  I-You, and the I-Thou do you usually engage in? Do you have a favorite or one you least like?

ABC Wednesday

← Older posts

Beautiful People

Dance with me :)

Spotlight Dancers

Recent Posts

  • Leaving yesterday behind
  • The Christmas pooch
  • Twirl
  • When you tell me that you love me
  • Secret
  • Promise
  • Chipmunk shrill and happy
  • Life happens
  • Late hours
  • Anticipation

Stasia Desiderata

Stasia Desiderata

In the Big Chilli

Expat life in Thailand

Celebrating Anglophilia

an asian anglophile muses

I am a
Canna

What Flower
Are You?

May 2022
S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031  
« Dec    

Reading Adventures

Reading is fundamental. Fund-a-mental. ~ Griffin

Read the Printed Word!

Twitter Updates

  • @ninwaya Hauntingly beautiful. Here's to Peace! 1 year ago
  • An underground universe bing.com/search?q=son+d… 1 year ago
  • @AnythingGoes @randommusings29 hazelceej.com/thai-ministry-… 1 year ago
  • School is out again: Thai Ministry of Education suspends classes - hazelceej.com/thai-ministry-… @AnythingGoes @randommusings29 1 year ago
  • @YesYesYo13 LOL 1 year ago
Follow @CeejHazel

Bibliphile Haven


Visit Book Blogs

Haiku Heights Sunday

Musical Monday

ABC Wednesday

Outdoor Wednesday

Sensational Haiku Wednesday

Floral Friday Fotos

Haiku my Heart Friday

Archives

ABC Wednesday Booking Through Thursday Books & Reading Friday Floral Fotos Haiku Heights Haiku my Heart Musical Monday September 2012 Challenge Uncategorized Weekend Flowers

agile Anastasia Angkor Wat Bangkok Bee Gees bookshelf wallpaper bookstores Cambodia Celtic Woman Colin Firth Deana Carter Declan Galbraith de Gonoud desert Eagles England Facebook fairy tales Farm Chokchai Flight of the Bumblebee For the beauty of the Earth frog golf Gratitude Guns n' Roses Haiku my Heart hammock Hark the Herald Angels Sing Hong Kong Inspiration from The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady International Book Week Jane Austen Julie Andrews Karen Carpenter Kenny Rogers Killing Fields Koh Chang Lang & Wise Collector Mug Liam Quinn Lumpini Park Mamma Mia marsh mist Namib Neil Sedaka nest Once upon a December Pervasive Developmental Disorder Prince Charming Purple Qaṣīda al-Burda Rockin Around the Christmas Tree Royal Reign Exhibit Royal Reign Exhibit at Government House sand Siam Paragon Sleigh Ride Stech Garden Styx sun Sunday Scribblings Taj Mahal Thailand The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady The House of Seven Gables Tragedy tree W.B. Yeats warthog We Three Kings We Wish You a Merry Christmas White Christmas wish York Minster Your Crowning Glory

Meta

  • Register
  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.com
  • RSS - Posts
  • RSS - Comments

  • Follow Following
    • Stasia Desiderata
    • Join 25 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Stasia Desiderata
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...