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a work in progress

Man proposes, God disposes.

—Thomas à Kempis (c.1380-1471)

Say hello and wave goodbye. Because I’m feeling Gray. Not dreary or gloomy. Not overcast either. And not Dorian Gray. Just the soothing voice that is David Gray.

Pour toi.
J’adore votre gâteaux. Merci pour les sablés.

Today I got on the subway after a full day of shopping. I’m six months pregnant, it was rush hour and every seat was taken so I stood against a pole. I felt a tug on my sweater, and a little boy, no older than four, offered me and my baby his seat. He was the only person to offer and he GMH

Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings, op.11 is incredibly moving. “You never are in any doubt about what this piece is about,” says music historian Barbara Heyman. “There’s a kind of sadness and poetry about it. It has a melodic gesture that reaches an arch, like a big sigh… and then exhales and fades off into nothingness.”

Armistice Day is next Wednesday.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget. We will remember them.

Ryan Adam takes a pretty good stab at Wonderwall.


I decided to pipe the beatles through the audio system in my classroom while my kids are completing their writing work.  getting through this hellish day with a little help from my friends.