I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind, through the window of my eyes, I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets to a land where my heart lies.
Paul Simon
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Death By Math
Words cannot describe the awesomeness of this picture drawn today by one of my students. Notice the detail, the pi in place of the 't' in 'math'. And the sigma for a mouth.
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