Friday, March 09, 2007

First phase.....CHECK

Michael had an interview last night with the University of Lethbridge.

It lasted 90 minutes. (beats the hell out of that 7-11 interview I had ;) just kidding)

Sounds like he nailed it. I knew he would - he may not be able to take the garbage out with any sort of consistency - but, damn, that man is good at business. His mother says he has the gift of "brown sugar" which, I found out actually is her cute way of really saying bullshit. He has the gift of bullshit and it does him well. He knows how to ruffle feathers and stroke them back into place all at the same time (except with me...but whatever - we're not talking about me :)
And, honestly, they'd be fools to not snatch him up.

The guy he talked to is kind of the top guy, so if he's not interested, then they're not interested, that sort of thing...but the guy said that he needs to warn Michael that the school can be pretty stingy. Michael gave him a few creative ideas to drum up some more dollars. He suggested that UofL guy approach the Arts faculty and get some money from them and Mick can teach Photoshop or one of the other 1,000,000 programs he's a freakin' guru at. He's been teaching at McEwan for years and is damn good at his job, so the UofL guy was impressed with the idea. He hadn't realized the depth and scope of Michael's abilities. (again, undermined daily by that pesky garbage problem).

Anyway - couple of days to hear what UofL thinks. I really hope they think HELL YA! Come on down!!

Monday, March 05, 2007

I LOVE THIS SONG!!!

Am I the only one that's failed?
Am I the only that falls?
Am I the only one in church today feeling so small?
Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong
So I tuck it all away
Like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it
Maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin
I play the part again
So everyone will see me, the way that I see them

Are we happy plastic people?
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles that hide our pain.
But, if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain - on the stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who's been there?
Are there any hands to raise?
Am I the only one who's traded in the alter for a stage?
The performance is convincing
We know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart
But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person that you imagine me to be
Would your arms be open?
Or would you walk away?
Or would the love of Jesus be enough to make you stay?

Are we happy plastic people?
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles that hide our pain
But, if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain on the stained glass masquerade.

-Casting Crowns