In memory of

In Memoriam A.H.H.

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;

Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou;
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverene in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem'd my sin in me;
What seem'd my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.

--Alfred Lord Tennyson

This is what happens when work takes away your radio listening privileges

Today when I came into work I was greeted with the incredibly unpleasant surprise that our radio privileges had been taken away. The reasons for this are of no real importance save to say that I am taking names of the people who ruined this privilege for the rest of the office and plan to implement the usual methods of passive aggressive retaliation by not laughing at their jokes and pretending to not see them when I pass them in the hall. Brutal, I know.

If I were to comment on taking away radio listening privileges at work (which I obviously am), I would conclude that the silence is more distracting than the music. And this of course leads to people filling that silence with the verbalization of all the things better left unsaid (or unsung) that would normally go on internally. So the pharmacy sans the harmless background noise of ones individual musical preference can quickly become a place where one goes completely off their rocker. Here are a few examples of what I heard today instead of my sweet, sweet forbidden radio.

- The Blues Clues and Franklin the Turtle theme songs compliments of the mother of 2 young boys who sits next to me
- The incessant snorting noises that the pharmacist with the very narrow nasal passages constantly makes without even realizing it
- The extremely high-pitched voice of the older woman at the end of our hallway who answers the phones very loudly because she is hard of hearing even to herself
- The ridiculously LOUD scratchy/thumpy noise of the dot matrix printer that prints out our delivery invoices and is so old that I think it probably printed delivery invoices for the apothecaries of yore
- And of course all the random thoughts that fly through my brain and pop out of my mouth in the form of lines from movies, golden oldies, and "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder when not reigned in by the soothing effect of satellite radio via the Internet

I don't think I'm going to last through the week.