Tuesday, October 28, 2008
rock the vote
Monday, July 21, 2008
brilliant.
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! Just what is this I see
Another square root of a three
Is quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
And form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed
-kumar patel, of harold & kumar.
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! Just what is this I see
Another square root of a three
Is quietly come waltzing by
Together now we multiply
And form a number we prefer
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed
-kumar patel, of harold & kumar.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
she's come back to life
Remember this beloved picture book that aimed to instill in us the virtue of classroom discipline?
Who can forget the kind Miss Nelson who brilliantly disguised herself as a strict and unforgiving disciplinarian to quickly whip her unruly class into shape?
After the past two days with my patient, I certainly can't (and won't), for she was the splitting image of none other than...
.
.
.
.
.
...Miss Viola Swamp.
Eek.
Who can forget the kind Miss Nelson who brilliantly disguised herself as a strict and unforgiving disciplinarian to quickly whip her unruly class into shape?
After the past two days with my patient, I certainly can't (and won't), for she was the splitting image of none other than...
.
.
.
.
.
...Miss Viola Swamp.
Eek.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
hilarious!
child manipulation at its best =)
Monday, April 28, 2008
strength in weakness
Take these hands and lift them up
For I have not the strength to praise You near enough
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You
Take my voice and pour it out
Let it sing the songs of mercy I have found
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You
All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
That I have nothing without You
Take my body and build it up
May it be broken as an offering of love
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You
All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
That I have nothing
But I love You
With all my heart
With all my soul
With all my mind
With all the strength that I can find
Take my time here on this earth
And let it glorify all that You are worth
For I am nothing,
I am nothing without You
For I have not the strength to praise You near enough
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You
Take my voice and pour it out
Let it sing the songs of mercy I have found
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You
All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
That I have nothing without You
Take my body and build it up
May it be broken as an offering of love
For I have nothing, I have nothing without You
All my soul needs
Is all Your love to cover me
So all the world will see
That I have nothing
But I love You
With all my heart
With all my soul
With all my mind
With all the strength that I can find
Take my time here on this earth
And let it glorify all that You are worth
For I am nothing,
I am nothing without You
