A woman was gossiping with her friend about a man she hardly knew. That night she had a dream, a big hand was pointing down at her. Thinking that God disapproved her gossiping, she went to confession the next day. She got the old parish priest, Father O' Rourke. She confessed to him the whole thing. "Is gossiping a sin?" she asked the old man, "Was that the finger of God Almighty pointing down on me? Should I be asking you for absolution, Father? Have I done something wrong?"

"Yes," Father O'Rourke answered her. "Yes, you ignorant, badly-brought-up female. You have blamed false witness on your neighbour. You played fast and loose with his reputation, and you should be badly ashamed."

So, the woman said she was sorry, and asked for forgiveness. "Not so fast," says O' Rourke, "I want you to go home, take a pillow upon your roof, cut it open with a knife, and return here to me." So, the woman went home: took a pillow off her bed, a knife from the drawer, went up the fire escape to her roof, and stabbed the pillow. Then she went back to the old parish priest as instructed.

"Did you cut the pillow with a knife?" he says.

"Yes Father."

"And what were the results?"

"Feathers," she said.

"Feathers?" he repeated.

"Feathers; everywhere, Father."

"Now I want you to go back and gather up every last feather that flew out onto the wind,"

"Well," she said, "it can't be done. I don't know where they went. The wind took them all over."

"And that," said Father O' Rourke, "is gossip!"

From the movie, Doubt.

its pretty fashionable to talk about your terrible workload on the blog these days, perhaps i should flip my coin and see if im really a ranter at heart, trying to find my place in this big scary world. the hols has been a pretty awesome time, with minimum productivity. productivity is a major deficit in my life. i need to be productive but the juices arent flowing!

theres preusem preparation to be made ah ah ah and then theres ya proposals to write. and then theres taming of the shrew and wuthering heights to read. and theres maths to catch up on since i slept in the previous lecture (albeit really professionally! haha. no one except my side people could tell i was sleeping ahuh) and theres chinese 40 mothershitting chengyus to mothershitting remember. but yea its a new competitive world and meridians and rafflesians and victorians are all girdling their loins and running the rat race so why shouldnt the saints be a part of this 21st century madness?

the sudden influx of writing juice is purely superficial, the bloghoppping has led me thinking that im severely deficient in the www so yea i shall try to rip my face off facebook and start being productive again.

taming of the shrew! (sucks, but oh wells, i got to have my maths cut into half why should i be complaining now yea?)

ps! movies to look out for: grantorino, crossing over, 17again (yes i know i said i wont ever watch another effron flick but i am seventeen this 09 kthxbye)