i've got a feeling

A photographer at the Olympics caused a small delay yesterday – kind of an odd story.

Nothing nearly as dramatic has been happening at the tutoring center recently. I did, however, clear any mix-ups between my name and Stuart Little's. (No, Jason, my name is not the same as Stuart's. There are several ways to spell Stewart and mine is better.)

And of course Jake and Brian had their usual tussle.

Jake: Stupid!
Brian: Fatty!
Jake: Fathead!
Brian: Jake's got a fat face!
Other kid: His face is swollen from surgery.
Brian: (laughs) I know!

Oh Brian.

Word of the day: killik; anchor


When Earth's Last Picture is Painted
by Rudyard Kipling

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.

And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!