"For the desirable character of what we substitute for God is but a construction of our minds. It is God alone who is desirable, and it is for this reason that the rest is good and quite truly belongs to us when we receive it from him." Jean-Pierre Batut
Gostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passada lá no meu site, que é sobre o CresceNet, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://www.provedorcrescenet.com . Um abraço.
3rd week of September 1992... My one and only Festival de la musique acadienne! My first alligator-crawfish lasagne, my first conversations with Cajuns who could understand my French!
If I close my eyes, I can still feel the mud caked on my arms and legs... It had POURED... no, MONSOONED that morning, so the area in front of the stage had turned into a mud pit. Would you believe there was some sort of conga-line, led by a guy holding a watermelon over his head! Then all of a sudden... CRAQUE! Said watermelon split over his knee, pink flesh flew everywhere, and the crowd starting fishing pieces out of the mud TO EAT.
Gostei muito desse post e seu blog é muito interessante, vou passar por aqui sempre =) Depois dá uma passada lá no meu site, que é sobre o CresceNet, espero que goste. O endereço dele é http://www.provedorcrescenet.com . Um abraço.
ReplyDelete3rd week of September 1992... My one and only Festival de la musique acadienne! My first alligator-crawfish lasagne, my first conversations with Cajuns who could understand my French!
ReplyDeleteIf I close my eyes, I can still feel the mud caked on my arms and legs... It had POURED... no, MONSOONED that morning, so the area in front of the stage had turned into a mud pit. Would you believe there was some sort of conga-line, led by a guy holding a watermelon over his head! Then all of a sudden... CRAQUE! Said watermelon split over his knee, pink flesh flew everywhere, and the crowd starting fishing pieces out of the mud TO EAT.
Good times! ;)
Thanks for the trip down memory lane...