by syaffolee

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocketful of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish,
To put before the king?

The king was in the counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird,
And bit her on the nose.

Maybe the blackbirds were tranquilized first before the cook put a crust over them. But why would they sing once they’ve awakened inside a pie? Well, none of it makes any sense, but I still like this nursery rhyme.

Something else:
Music ‘makes the brain learn better’. I’m not so surprised that there was no improvement on visual memory. There were times that I faked my way through a recital by remembering how I played and not what I read in the music book. A former cello teacher called it “finger memory” when after many hours of practice, you just trust your hands to play the next phrase. As for correlating music lessons with improved analytical skill–maybe. Is it because musical kids are just more inclined to be academically successful because their parents care about that? Or does music really help the brain? Anyways, I guess now we know why we’re all called “band nerds”.

Seven deadly sins of web writing. This article was written for business websites, but I think it pretty much applies to anyone who is writing for the web.