I should be writing up my assignment for this week's class - I'm taking Physical Chemistry & Metals Extraction (for my new job - it's beyond confusing) - but I'm not. I'm not going to class tomorrow night, as I must escort a small skeleton and a ninja around the town for trick-or-treating. So the assignment is done thanks to my oh-so-smart husband who has helped me IMMENSELY - hasn't done the assignments for me, I hasten to add, he's just helped me understand the stuff. Not entirely - I'm still probably going to draw several blanks and have a panic attack at the midterm, but I'm hoping that some of it will have sunk in at least.
Caught most of a fantastic concert on the radio yesterday, from Convocation Hall at the U of T - Damien Rice, and you can check out his website for more info and samples of his music. I thought he was incredible. Really soulful voice, almost haunting. Gorgeous lyrics, and just a beautiful sound. Reminds me a bit of someone I can't actually place. Which is probably a good thing, as I am never on the money when it comes to artist comparisons - where people will actually say to me "you're kidding, you think HE sounds like HIM??" But I can't help it, I associate. And if I'm wrong, what of it? It's just my interpretation, and like most art the beauty lies in the interpretation does it not? Always my beef with English class in highschool - "how do YOU know that's what Yeats meant? And just because I get something different out of it, why is it wrong?" Oh that just takes me back lol, and don't I wish I had been that bold when I needed to??