Because the Randall Thompson version made me cry last night

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud-
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to the wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says, 'I burn.'
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use Language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

--Robert Frost

Now that's terrorism

Courtesy of a co-worker:

( The real terrorism in America.... )

Happy Things

I'm clearly feeling very spammy today. Forgive me.

--I had an excellent presentation this morning. I shocked the teacher by saying that half of all pregnancies in the US are unintended. He was taken more aback than the class (senioritis = apathy).

--My grant report is done! Yay! Yay! And there was much rejoicing. Until the end of the next quarter.

--I got a free hot pink T-shirt today in connection with this weekend's March - I have been extremely covetous ever since they released this design. There were freebies sent for students, we had extras, I lucked out. Woohoo!!! (it's obviously very easy to make me happy)

--I think I'll wear the shirt to the Chorale annual meeting tonight. Maybe shock a few people who don't know me very well..... :)

--Said annual meeting could turn out to be .... interesting. Ah, local/internal politics. I just get to sit back and watch. Poor galagan has to run the meeting.

--It's a beautiful spring day. Again. Spring might really be here to stay. :)

--5:00 is getting ever closer.