I'd love to see a beer-can Buddha. The sacred is in every ordinary thing; what better way to demonstrate that than by creating things that reflect the sacred out of the commonest and most base objects.
There's a famous series of paintings depicting one man's development through buddhism that starts with him being a lush and wandering of to town with a wineskin slung over his shoulder. He goes through several stages of study and enlightenment which I don't really remember and end up in the last picture going off to town with a wineskin slung over his shoulder because the last step is continuing to live in the world with your enlightenment not making a big bubble around you.
Way to go K-Bug!
K-Bug is supposed to get detailed score information in the mail soon. She also just took 3 AP tests, not sure when those results come in. Next week she takes her SAT Subject tests.
I don't even remember my own SAT score.
All this new-fangled SAT stuff is bizarre-o.
Unrelatedly, does bitters need to be refrigerated?
I may have wrestled stupid order number problem into submission. I utter a provisional woot while I wait to hear back from the user.
The only reason I remember mine is because it was the only time I'd ever been to the principal's office in HS. Best friend L and I also had to look them up a few years ago when we were thinking of joining MENSA as sort of a joke.
There's a note on your HS transcript with your test scores on it. Well, on ours from CMHS.
I remember my score because it's the same total as Buffy's, which makes me unaccountably happy every time I think about it.
Wait a minute, that's not unaccountable. I can totally account for it. It's
Buffy.
Who wouldn't be happy to be test score sisters with Buffy? Heartbreaking, ass-kicking, utterly at her peak S3 Buffy at that?
