I’m actually trying to not be judgmental about this— but it’s fascinating to say the least.
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It's the Economy, Girlfriend
Historic walking tour of Waterville, Maine.
This is really stellar project of the Waterville Main Street organization… I like Waterville a lot but to be honest, have never thought of it as an attractive place. But I’ve also never taken the time to really look at a lot of the old buildings downtown: fabulous! A rich history and culture in my hometown? Who knew?
I live blog while Celine Dion sings about Christ.
I love Christmas AND I love Celine Dion. When she sings about Christ’s birth it’s almost too much to bear.
You’d probably like to watch the video, too, and follow along with my commentary:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Jr-2eyRtV4
- To start things off right, check out the eyes closing/lip tremble at 00:08.
- She makes it an entire 1 minutes, 20 seconds before raising her arm. Impressive constraint.
- One more great move— nearly a face grasp, rare— at 01:33.
- Wowzers, choir filing in midway.Though at first I’d hoped they were children— too bad.
- She lets it build for about 12 seconds, but you can see she’s getting excited, and then— BAM— intense emotion explosion at 03:11. Beautiful.
- 03:30-04:03 is pretty boring… maybe she’s doing stuff with her face, but the camera is too far away, so I can’t really tell if she’s feeling it or not. No arms flailing.
- And hullo, the drummer at 04:04? I don’t care about the drummer.
- Okay, it redeems itself right after— face contorts 04:08 as she hits a high note.
- I had to repeat 04:37 a few times— at first I thought I saw a tongue piercing, but I guess that’s unlikely.
- Long note, long note. I love you, Celine, but let’s wrap it up— 30 seconds to go.
- 05:07: Total confusion. Has she forgotten the words?
- Oops, nope, I guess it’s over. Could have used one more key change. I like when you finish strong, Celine!
Psychology Today: Confessions of a Late Bloomer
Late bloomers are so much more interesting than child prodigies (and there’s still a chance that I’ll be one!)

