Woooot!!!!

Shocking!

Do you know what?

The school principle's wife asked me if I wanted to come along on a day trip to Amsterdam today.

"I'm sorry, I have a big assignment to write", I replied.

Her answer? "Oh rubbish!"

:D :D

I love my school!

Do I classify?

The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. - Pablo Picasso

Batter my heart, three-person'd God

Take me to you, imprison me, for I,

Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free,

Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

 

(--John Donne) 

Sweet!

Listening to Gabriel's Oboe (from The Mission, a fantastic movie if you've never seen it!) makes me remember how wonderful it is to gets strings to move like that under your fingers . . . Oh the joy of getting that mesmerizing little wooden box strung with "sheep's guts" to "hail men's souls from their bodies"! The fascination (and sometimes frustration!) of trying to spin streams of magic silk from simple horsehair!

Isn't it awesome how God makes such beautiful charm from such plain materials? And then helps humans figure out how to make them work? I love it! :)