I think I should have had more crazy adventures when I was a kid. Why? Well, I find myself running out of useful analogies and anecdotes now when I’m an adult. However, I do recall a time when I had piano lessons with a lovely elderly lady who took her piano lessons very seriously. I even had a chart where I was supposed to write down how many hours of practice I did a day. The suggested time was an hour a day. An hour! All that precious computer game time… gone… So I used to fake the time I spent practising. Unfortunately the teacher could always tell during lesson time as I would be rubbish.
I think that’s a good thing to think about during this Lenten season. Don’t fake your sacrifices. There may not be a test involved at the end of it but someone will be able to tell if you’ve done a rubbish job.
Speaking of rubbish jobs, a came across this article in the NZ Catholic (sigh I can’t make the linky thing work):
http://www.nzcatholic.org.nz/viewDocument.aspx?DocumentID=1416
Don’t get me wrong, the article is fine. It’s the movie that’s the problem. I went to watch ‘No Country for Old Men’ last night thinking it would be quite good as it not only had glowing reviews, but also had won the academy award for Best Picture. Now it won’t be too much of a stretch to say it is perhaps one of the most depressing movies I’ve seen. I’m not sure how the academy decides on winning movies these days. Maybe there was some sort of veiled social commentary hidden amongst the dust and people wearing cowboy hats. Very few redeeming features unless you count people talking like cowboys and cowboy boots. I’m sure some people out there like it though.
In fact, maybe that’s the secret. The last slow moving movie with cowboys (“Unforgiven”) also won the award for Best Picture. The only thing I can remember from that movie was throwing tangy fruits around the mostly empty cinema while an attendant walked round with a flashlight trying to find us. Sort out your movie awards America.



The committee member (a local DRS) who was getting the various heads and executive from the secondary schools around Auckland to make an appearance was himself absent with sickness (I’ll be sure to check his doctor’s note when I see him next.
) So, there I was, trying to organise these young leaders into two-by-two formation so they could process up the main aisle with His Eminence.





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