There's no way to be cool when your instrument is larger than you. When you walk to school with a cello, you're like a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti, man – the bullies just smell you comin' from a mile away.
Link originally via the CAEI combox, but I'm now sending you to Rob's own site.
Update: Nice to see so many of you coming by, but I suspect you've been enticed by the hope of finding links to other blogs referencing you-know-who's rant, links that aren't there. Google has unfortunately just quoted some of TypePad's Trackback boilerplate text, which hopefully I've now removed by turning off Trackbacks for this post.
To me, nothing is so consoling, so piercing, so thrilling, so overcoming, as the Mass, said as it is among us. I could attend Mass for ever, and not be tired. It is not a mere form of worlds,--it is a great action, the greatest action that can be on earth…. [The Eternal] becomes present on the altar in flesh and blood, before whom angels bow and devils tremble… Words are necessary, but as means, not ends… they are instruments… of consecration, of sacrifice. They hurry on as if impatient to fulfill their mission. Quickly they go, the whole is quick; for they are all parts of one integral action… Quickly they pass; because as the lightening which shineth from one part of the heaven unto the other, so is the coming of the Son of Man… Each in his place, with his own intention, with his own prayers, separate but concordant, watching what is going on, watching it progress, uniting in its consummation… There are little children there, and old men, simple laborers, and students… but out of these many minds rises one Eucharistic hymn! --Cardinal Newman, Loss and Gain, part ii, chapt. xx., quoted at Shrine of the Holy Whapping.