Imprinted

"In the case of man, that which he creates is more expressive of him than that which he begets. The image of the artist and the poet is imprinted more clearly on his works than on his children." Nicholas Berdyaev, The Destiny of Man

Britain's Got MORE Talent

Paul Potts was amazing when I found him at Britain's Got Talent



And now Britain's Got Talent found in Carlisle Cathedral's head chorister, Andrew Johnston. The kid's only thirteen years old, and he's more comfortable in a choir robe than on stage in front of the terrifying Simon Cowell, but oh - my - word. What a voice! Sing on, Andrew.

Here he is at Britain's Got Talent.


And here he is in Carlisle.


Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu
Pie Jesu, Pie Jesu
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem
Dona eis requiem

Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei
Agnus Dei, Agnus Dei
Qui tollis peccata mundi
Dona eis requiem
Dona eis requiem
Sempiternam, sempiternam requiem

Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy
You who take away the sins of the world
Grant them peace
Grant them peace

Lamb of God, Lamb of God
Lamb of God, Lamb of God
You who take away the sins of the world
Grant them peace
Grant them peace
Peace everlasting, everlasting

More Dahlke

This one is called "House of the Storytellers." See all the bits and scraps of colors in there on the floor? Who are these storytellers? Traveling troubadours of some sort, I wonder?

Houston, we have lift off

Okay, not liftoff yet -- but countdown. Houston, we have countdown.

Step One: get my job back at the library.

Check.

Step Two: register at Marylhurst.

Check.

Step Three: sign up to attend something - anything - just get the money to the school and the name on the list, for cryin out loud.

Check.

At the end of next month, weekly seminars for the PLA program begin. I will be in the group. Me. I will be there. At school again!

There are people, I understand, for whom that word is not magical or promising or exciting or fascinating. Some people, I understand, would rather never never never be "in school" again for the rest of their lives, and didn't like it much the first time either.

Apparently one man's wardrobe is another man's door to another world, and it is a door through which I'm finally going to pass. Sure, sure, I know, "of course...as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe." But I also know that's the only way to the land of nymphs and dryads and the Deep Magic, and it looks like the door is open again for me.

That picture is of Lucy Pevensie, about to enter Narnia.

I know just how she feels.

Seasonal teaser

So ... I go outside because I hear (and smell) the MAC truck from where I was inside the house.

And I say to the one not in the truck, "What is he doing in the truck?" (So far, I've seen going down the driveway, coming up the driveway, backing, parking, pulling up to another spot ... it seems pretty random to me.)

The one not in the truck says, "He's takin' it for a spin!"

For a spin.

Taking a dump truck for a spin.

I think summer's coming.