A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the
other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies,
not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head
abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small
error in the first copy, it would never be picked up. In fact, that error
would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.

The head monk, says, “We have been copying from the copies for
centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” So, he goes down into
the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts
are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn’t been opened for hundreds
of years.

Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot. So, the young monk gets
worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head
against the wall and wailing, “We forgot the “R”,we forgot the “R”.

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.
The young monk asks the old abbot, “What’s wrong, father?” With
A choking voice, the old abbot replies, “The word was celebrate.”

to my buddy David Hanson and my new roommate Jesse Whiting.

sagittarius: You’re a guide and a chief. You do this not by inspiring fear but by rousing confidence in your peers. When you know that others think highly of you, you act in such a way as to support their belief in you.

well, shit. I always wanted to be a pirate captain!