Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
A WILL AND A WAY
Yes, if there is a will, there is a way. I was selected for the ALS Ice bucket challenge. I could not bring myself to dump ice on me no matter the cause that it would help but I did not want to offend the friend who gave me the challenge. I came up with the idea of surrogates. I picked a surrogate pour-ee, a surrogate pour-er and surrogate ice. And I made my contribution to ALS. I did not pass the challenge on to anyone else and now I am done and you are all safe from me. Have any of you taken the challenge? They say this crazy challenge has raised a ton of money for ALS research.
My art manikin prepares to make the pour.
And the female art manikin representing me receives the surrogate ice.