this is really cool. you're the sixth or seventh of these i've read, and i've thought of doing it myself, but i had the hardest time coming up with three things (that happened in the same year), much less a hundred ... i'll have to give it some thought.
I have a reasonably good singing voice, but I can't sing vibrato. I don't know how people do it.
i think it's one of those things that you either can do or you can't. but i could be wrong -- i don't know enough of the anatomy involved to be sure. i do know i used to try to sing vibrato as a kid and was told to knock it off; i expect it sounded like a machine gun, since i was manufacturing it like chester the cheetah. ugh. i got my actual vibrato when i was about fifteen, but if i concentrate i can still sing without it.
I'm 5'6". I was 5'6" when I was thirteen. My mother (who's nearly six feet and always wanted to be dainty) used to stand over my bed as I slept and whisper, "Stop now! Stop now!"
i'm 5'4", and i was 5'4" when i was eleven. but there are no women above about 5'6" on either side of my family, so there wasn't much chance of my getting any taller. your mother's whispers, however, made me laugh and laugh and laugh, because i keep seeing this card in the bookstore with a quote on it from talmud: "every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'grow, grow.'"
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Date: 12/19/02 09:29 pm (UTC)I have a reasonably good singing voice, but I can't sing vibrato. I don't know how people do it.
i think it's one of those things that you either can do or you can't. but i could be wrong -- i don't know enough of the anatomy involved to be sure. i do know i used to try to sing vibrato as a kid and was told to knock it off; i expect it sounded like a machine gun, since i was manufacturing it like chester the cheetah. ugh. i got my actual vibrato when i was about fifteen, but if i concentrate i can still sing without it.
I'm 5'6". I was 5'6" when I was thirteen. My mother (who's nearly six feet and always wanted to be dainty) used to stand over my bed as I slept and whisper, "Stop now! Stop now!"
i'm 5'4", and i was 5'4" when i was eleven. but there are no women above about 5'6" on either side of my family, so there wasn't much chance of my getting any taller. your mother's whispers, however, made me laugh and laugh and laugh, because i keep seeing this card in the bookstore with a quote on it from talmud: "every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'grow, grow.'"