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Oh my god.

Is this the real life? Is the cat really dancing?
EDIT: Showed this picture to my mom. She said, “You think a cat can fake me?” Hahaha.

Oh my god.

Is this the real life? Is the cat really dancing?

EDIT: Showed this picture to my mom. She said, “You think a cat can fake me?” Hahaha.

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Spankin’ new haircut!

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Still at it…

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lilio:

Berlin Philharmonic: Adventure Classic

The Berlin Philharmonic is on a roll with kick-ass posters.

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Instant string quartet: just add humans.

Instant string quartet: just add humans.

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When the second movement ends

gottabeastringplayer:

AND THE THIRD BEGINS…

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“I was alone a lot growing up. Bullied daily at school, I came home wearing tear stained glasses almost everyday. When I was about 9, a particularly terrible incident had happened in the boys bathroom, but I was too embarrassed to sob in front of my family. So instead of going home I went to the nearby river park, where I knew of an abandoned sewage tunnel. I walked halfway into it, into the darkness where nobody could find me, put my backpack down and cried for what felt like an eternity. When the sun began to set I knew it was time to go home, and as I picked up my backpack, I noticed something jump up. It was a dandelion. One bright yellow dandelion. It had been stuck under my heavy backpack for all that time, but somehow still had the strength to jump right back up as if nothing had happened. And I thought to myself - that’s gonna be me right there. I’m gonna be that bright yellow dandelion that survives it all, no matter how dark, rough, or filthy things may get. I now proudly wear a bright yellow jacket in my shows, knowing with every inch of me I am that dandelion now.” -Hahn-Bin

I was alone a lot growing up. Bullied daily at school, I came home wearing tear stained glasses almost everyday. When I was about 9, a particularly terrible incident had happened in the boys bathroom, but I was too embarrassed to sob in front of my family. So instead of going home I went to the nearby river park, where I knew of an abandoned sewage tunnel. I walked halfway into it, into the darkness where nobody could find me, put my backpack down and cried for what felt like an eternity. When the sun began to set I knew it was time to go home, and as I picked up my backpack, I noticed something jump up. It was a dandelion. One bright yellow dandelion. It had been stuck under my heavy backpack for all that time, but somehow still had the strength to jump right back up as if nothing had happened. And I thought to myself - that’s gonna be me right there. I’m gonna be that bright yellow dandelion that survives it all, no matter how dark, rough, or filthy things may get. I now proudly wear a bright yellow jacket in my shows, knowing with every inch of me I am that dandelion now.” -Hahn-Bin

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A Convergence of Blood, Sweat, Tears and Tchaikovsky

The violinist Hahn-Bin turned the Young Concert Artists gala at Alice Tully Hall on Wednesday into a spectacle, transforming a performance of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto into a political celebration.

Hahn Bin, you are giving me so many feels right now.

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Rock. Theremin. Solo.

Face melting theremin.

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Interactive Modules from "Keeping Score"

This is so cool, and the perfect introduction to classical music.

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