Non technical
Ok, I need a break from posting work-related stuff on my blog. So these are some recent occurrences and things I've been thinking about.
Today, while clearing off a pile of miscellaneous junk on my desk, I found a sealed bag that still contained crumbs left over from the chocolate cookies my older sister sent me. You can't possibly comprehend my sister's cookies unless you've actually tasted one of them. With trembling hands, I opened the bag and didn't allow a single one to go to waste [thanks Paula].
The first time I went to Hawaii and I was a little kid, just me and dad went hiking down the cinder cone of Haleakala. Dad tripped and fell and gashed his knee open really huge. To my 5 year old eyes it was like a mortal wound, and blood was every where. He put like five million band-aids on it but blood was still oozing in rivers. However, dad didn't cry or anything, he acted like it was nothing. I then realized my dad was the toughest guy in the world and solemnly resolved to be like this.
While in Japan, I realized one morning that one of my monthly insurance things was overdue. I grabbed the form, flew down the stairs, hopped on my bike, and headed for downtown. On the way I had a spectacular crash that cut my thumb open pretty good. Walking into the bank, I tried to hide my twitching hand, while doing the form stuff. The Japanese are incredibly good at ignoring any form of suffering in others, be it a begging cripple or a wailing child looking for her mama (this is not the high point of their culture). The lady behind the desk however, gave me a very maternal look, reached behind the desk, pulled out some band-aids, motioned towards my hand, and patched up my thumb. I wish I sent her flowers before I left.
People who criticize "contemporary" worship music have normally only sampled 5% of it before making their criticisms. I wouldn't be surprised if most of that 5% happens to be stuff purposely dredged from the bottom of the barrel to make a point. Any one of us could write a page of lines from modern worship songs that make us want to gag. However, I could write a lot more than a few pages, filled with lyrics of modern worship songs that are lifted straight from the psalms among other places. If you want to complain, however, it's never hard to find something to complain about.
For 5 minutes, after you cut good aluminum, it shines bright white. If you cut it right, the surface reflects faint rainbows. However, it smudges and dulls really fast when you take it off the lathe and start doing anything with it. Maybe that's why I spend so much time machining. I've always been hypnotized by really really... erm... pretty things.
I restarted my long-abandoned goal of writing a computer game based on the Dink-Smallwood scripting language. See how long it lasts this time...
Ok, it's 1:00AM here, better stop before I lose all coherence
Today, while clearing off a pile of miscellaneous junk on my desk, I found a sealed bag that still contained crumbs left over from the chocolate cookies my older sister sent me. You can't possibly comprehend my sister's cookies unless you've actually tasted one of them. With trembling hands, I opened the bag and didn't allow a single one to go to waste [thanks Paula].
The first time I went to Hawaii and I was a little kid, just me and dad went hiking down the cinder cone of Haleakala. Dad tripped and fell and gashed his knee open really huge. To my 5 year old eyes it was like a mortal wound, and blood was every where. He put like five million band-aids on it but blood was still oozing in rivers. However, dad didn't cry or anything, he acted like it was nothing. I then realized my dad was the toughest guy in the world and solemnly resolved to be like this.
While in Japan, I realized one morning that one of my monthly insurance things was overdue. I grabbed the form, flew down the stairs, hopped on my bike, and headed for downtown. On the way I had a spectacular crash that cut my thumb open pretty good. Walking into the bank, I tried to hide my twitching hand, while doing the form stuff. The Japanese are incredibly good at ignoring any form of suffering in others, be it a begging cripple or a wailing child looking for her mama (this is not the high point of their culture). The lady behind the desk however, gave me a very maternal look, reached behind the desk, pulled out some band-aids, motioned towards my hand, and patched up my thumb. I wish I sent her flowers before I left.
People who criticize "contemporary" worship music have normally only sampled 5% of it before making their criticisms. I wouldn't be surprised if most of that 5% happens to be stuff purposely dredged from the bottom of the barrel to make a point. Any one of us could write a page of lines from modern worship songs that make us want to gag. However, I could write a lot more than a few pages, filled with lyrics of modern worship songs that are lifted straight from the psalms among other places. If you want to complain, however, it's never hard to find something to complain about.
For 5 minutes, after you cut good aluminum, it shines bright white. If you cut it right, the surface reflects faint rainbows. However, it smudges and dulls really fast when you take it off the lathe and start doing anything with it. Maybe that's why I spend so much time machining. I've always been hypnotized by really really... erm... pretty things.
I restarted my long-abandoned goal of writing a computer game based on the Dink-Smallwood scripting language. See how long it lasts this time...
Ok, it's 1:00AM here, better stop before I lose all coherence
posted by tmm at
9:40 PM
3 Comments:
Tim, some day I would like to work on a metal project with you. Perhaps a customized motorcycle accessory.
Awww....I can't believe the crumbs still tasted good. :)
And you're so right about dad.
Your Dad was deemed tough, not when he gashed his knee open, but when he contracted a debilitating disease as a child that would have causes some to never try anything remotely physically challenging.
Instead, he pushed his body: running college cross-county, mountain climbing, hiking and other outdoor activities.
Every day has been a no complain day for him. His toughness is only matched by his wife.
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