"Uhm, excuse me,... you have something on your... uh, oops, nevermind... I am sure you are already aware of that. How silly of me."

As I was getting off the bus this morning I walked passed a girl who appeared to have some dirt on her forehead. Being the nice person that I am I quickly pause and nudge her and begin to tell her that she has something on her forehead when it *dawns* on me that it's Ash Wednesday and that she is probably quite aware that she has ash on her forehead. Duh, Emily. Get with the program! Actually I would have never known that it was Ash Weds. had it not been for the Classical Station on my car radio pointing it out to me this morning on the way to campus. (And yes, if you did not catch it I said, my car. Hurray! I am now a happy owner of a '91 Toyota Corolla. Thank You, Lord.) In between saying that all those celebrating Marti Gras should now officially stop but not to worry because it is also the beginning of the Chinese New Year I heard that it was also Ash Weds. So appearantly there is always a reason to party on this planet. Something to feed the hunger for entertainment that is welling up in every man's soul. Leave it to human invention to devise some other form than God to fulfill that need. Somehow I think man wasn't alone in his invention.