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As we reflected on the day we set aside to celebrate the Resurrection, Nichelle asked David (age 4) what he had learned in Sunday school. He talked about Jesus being buried described the tomb, and said, “Then Jesus used His ‘rise up power.’”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard an adult explain it better.
[book]I started and finished reading Michael Crichton’s Prey this weekend, which will give you some idea of how good it was. It was not as scary as Richard Preston’s The Demon in the Freezer: A True Story, but it was not really meant to be. Overall, the story was well-paced and engrossing, but not quite as good as my favorite recent Crichton, Timeline.
For those of you who missed them, here are links to the amusing, and geeky, not-really-for-sale pages from ThinkGeek.com:
Enjoy, and let me know what your favorite item(s) are.
It’s a sad day for us, albeit for a good reason. Eric and Juana Quinlan, along with their sons James and John, are moving today to Georgia, to enroll in college for deaf ministries. Their goal is to work with ministries for the deaf in and around Santo Domingo, in the Dominican Republic.
Eric has been my closest friend since early high school, and our families are very close.
I was actually somewhat responsible for Eric meeting Juana, way back when she was Juana Evangelista del Corazón de Jesus Gonzalez Guerrero, but I will save that story for later.
We will miss them greatly.
From the Dogbert’s New Ruling Class newsletter:
A co-worker was lamenting the fact that she got a speeding ticket on her way to and from traffic court. She concluded with, “I’ve had such a run of bad luck.”
Kevin Ilsen directed me to www.blockdeath.com. Yes, there are many people with waaaaay too much time on their hands.
I just got back from Kronos’ first-ever Technology Summit. It was a great event, filled with very useful mini-seminars, and mostly free of the “fluff†that seems to plague most corporations’ attempts at such an event.
At any rate, the last seminar I attended was run by a Microsoft consultant, and opened my eyes to just how cool .NET is, and how radically different it is from other Microsoft our-way-or-the-highway approaches to technology.
I’m going to give the ASP .NET Web Matrix Tool (a free product, although the full Visual InterDev .NET is available as trialware) a whirl, if I have time.
Yesterday I went a little out of my way on my way to pick up a package from www.thinkgeek.com at Airborne in Newton, just so I would have the item I ordered to bring into the office today, instead of waiting for it to be shipped to my house today.
This item would have assured my dominance in the hierarchy of Geekdom—although Kevin Miller would probably argue that I need not worry about my position in that respect.
Anyway, the item was indeed as cool as I expected, but guess what I left at home this morning!?
Any takers on guessing what I actually ordered?
This morning Nichelle was extremely kind, and took Isaac to school so I could sleep about another hour—trust me, I needed to.
Anyway, around 8:00 am, David knocked on the door, and I told him to come in. He had a set of keys from some toy handcuffs that had come with a police role-playing kit he’d been given. Now, understand that David is quite advanced in his speech for his age, so I was ROTFL when he said, he had the keys, but couldn’t find the cheese puffs they went to.
My workday ended with a whimper—demonstrating that I was missing a piece in my understanding of the data translator portion of the stuff we’re working on.
Then, I got an e-mail at home saying the CenterWatch project was not quite finished. Just a few revisions in the entire book, including two chapers that seem to have mismatched fonts.
At supper time, David’s question of the day was, “Where does the sun go at night?†His answer was quite interesting, more or less along the lines of the sun goes into space at night and comes out into the sky at daytime. There was something thrown in about gravity pulling it down. I demonstrated what really happens using a flashlight and a coffee cup, then remembered I had a globe in the basement, which would be even better for demonstration.
I got down in the basement to find 3 or more inches of water throughout, meaning that when John told me on Saturday the “thing was flooded†he meant it. (I thought we’d just had a puddle on the non-sump-pump end.)
After wrestling with the sump pump for a few minutes (thankfully it wasn’t bolted to the floor), I discovered the float on the float switch had become detached from the shaft. Now it’s back working, but life was full of surprises today.