A few things that have gotten under my skin this week:
1. The schoolbus driver in front of me who threw out a styrofoam cup out of the driver's window. You know, the huge white ones with a half life of about 668 years? What a great example she is setting for her young charges in her care.
2. The public utility truck and trailer full of who knows what kind of crap that pulls out in front of me on my way to work. This fine city employee couldn't be bothered to drive more than 10 miles an hour. You see, he was already at work. I, however, was trying to get there.....
3. The kind gentleman with whom I occasionally work with whom I offered a cup of coffee. He came back 45 minutes later asking for another. I only have a 4 cup coffee maker, so that killed that pot. But the clincher is that he didn't close the french vanilla creamer all the way, so when I went to shake it vigorously, as is my custom, (I made a 2nd pot), I got it all over God's green acre!
4. My daughter's kindergarten teacher taking her 5th day off since school started in August. Don't you people have like 3 months off in the summer to galavant around?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Here is the Little Door
Here is the little door.
Lift up the latch, O lift!
We need not wander
but enter with our gift.
Our gift of finest gold--
Gold that was never bought nor sold.
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed.
Incence in clouds above his head.
All for the child that stirs not in his sleep
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed,
for each he has a gift.
See how his eyes awake--
Lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(defend with it, thy little Lord).
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honored, happy dead.
Gifts for His children
Terrible and sweet.
Touched by such tiny hands
and, O, such tiny feet.
G.K. Chesterson
Lift up the latch, O lift!
We need not wander
but enter with our gift.
Our gift of finest gold--
Gold that was never bought nor sold.
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed.
Incence in clouds above his head.
All for the child that stirs not in his sleep
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed,
for each he has a gift.
See how his eyes awake--
Lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(defend with it, thy little Lord).
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honored, happy dead.
Gifts for His children
Terrible and sweet.
Touched by such tiny hands
and, O, such tiny feet.
G.K. Chesterson
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Best of Denver
I went to the fantastic bookstore "The Tattered Cover" in Denver on Colfax a few days ago and snapped this shot. It's a great independent bookstore!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Midori (violinist) concert
I'm looking forward to attending the symphony concert tonight featuring Midori, an accomplished violinist, performing the Brahms Violin Concerto. Her debut was at age 11 with Zubin Mehta!
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