Violin in C Sharp

 That moment when you know you need tea - but you don't know what kind you're in the mood for - and so you stare into the vast depths of your tea cupboard and are suddenly intimidated by your own collection.  The bags and tins and boxes stare back at you and each label your eyes read seem to make a new demand.  "I should be the one you choose!" they each state to you with absolute confidence.  "I am the blend - the only blend that can satisfy!"... and yet two tins over you read a new name and the same claim is made with the same confidence. Bergamot, lavender, clove, and ginger all vie for dominance in your craving centers even though you haven't even decided if it's white, green, oolong or black that calls loudest to you this day.  And so, the jumbled cacophony created from the clashing voices of Russian Caravan, Victorian Chai, Ginger Turmeric, Yorkshire Gold, Dragon Pearl, Genmai and so many others reaches up to you from the shelves to fray at you...

 Recently, I friend of mine asked on his Facebook for the opinions from his circle on whether or not it is possible to continue to be a fan of someone's art even if you learn something about the artist that makes you despise them as a person.  J.K. Rowling, Orsen Scott Card, Bill Cosby, and Kevin Spacey were all used as examples. This was my response: I understand taking a social stand to boycott an artist in order to voice your displeasure against their behavior or opinions or what have you - but I think my perspective as an Art History student skews my view on the issue far more than it does for others. I know from my studies that if the art is quality enough, than regardless of how hated or despicable the artist may be or have been in their own time, their art will continue to resonate across the ages. The literary works of the monsters of humanity still cause ripples in society generations after their deeds are forgotten. Because I have learned this truth, I refuse to depr...