Language Is Leaving Me

Does the Universal Technical Institute realize they share an acronym with urinary tract infections?

How unfortunate for them.

Question brought to you by the commercial that just ran before Annie Lennox's cover of "Whiter Shade of Pale" on YouTube. (I forgot how much I love her voice.)


Meanwhile, I have fic giving me massive anxiety. I hate that.

All Our Scattered Leaves

Because I am in a mood.

This is one of my absolute hands-down favorite passages ever. I think it's beautiful.

The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and engrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.
- John Donne, Devotion 17, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions