The new Apple iPhone looks like a ‘business expense waiting to happen.’ I’ve got to test all of my code on their browser. Do I need the phone? No. Is it super cool looking and making me drool? Yes!
Category Archives: Confessions
Squid
Last night, before eating dinner – I ate a ring of squid. Not the tentacles, those cause me some mental problems, but I did eat a ring of squid head. Sure, the head bits are more like onion rings, but I ate my first squid (calamari). Right now I predict my mother is slightly concerned, but there are other elements of my readership who are yawning wondering what took so long – and those elements are probably also sad that I didn’t eat the suction cup emblazoned tentacles.
Tough 🙂
Vascular
Today I was driving through the highways, streets and chutes of Ft. Worth thinking about how the arteries of the city are so easily clogged, the health of the city is weak at best. One bad car becomes a clot. It is as if the whole city were on the verge of needing the Emergency Room and we all pretend that it is OK.
I work from my home office 99.999% of the time, but when I have these short breaks into the world of “normal people’s lives” I realize how complex life gets just in transportation. Congrats to those who manage to deal with a commute in a non-stressful state, you’ve achieved something rare 🙂
Pirates
Today while procuring halibut (which is an expensive piece of meat for tasting so mediocre sometimes – there are good & bad bits, but being on the ocean sure is better than fresh-frozen/fancy Halibut) I noticed that a gal behind me had painted on a mustache. She was also wearing pirate clothing. Everything inside of me came alive with this strange desire to riff on the weirdness. I overheard her saying that she had just gotten done seeing Pirates of the Caribbean 3. No matter how much I like a movie I just can’t get into the costumed theme myself. The closest that I ever got was showing up the Back to the Future II in regular street clothes and Michael J. Fox was wearing similar clothing on the silver screen when he was in the ‘present.’ Of course there was that time I dressed up as a baby when Star Wars came out. People thought I looked like Yoda because my cloth diapers were similar to his short little get-up.
Skatelands
Today we went rollerskating with Jessica’s cousin’s family. As we approached the window to pay the man behind the window grinned with heavily decaying teeth. He knew it would be a big group. He began counting in three dollar increments:
“Three, Six, Nine, Twelve, Fifteen, Sixteen, Twenty, Twenty-four.”
It was awkward to have him count with the wrong interval. Of course my mathematical skillz can be fun, two.
Prosciutto
Today I went into the Albertson’s Deli and asked the woman behind the counter if she had any prosciutto I could buy. Prosciutto might be described as Italian Bacon. It isn’t something that is at every store, but I would personally consider it common to most super-markets. The gal behind the counter told me bluntly that she didn’t know what it was. I scanned the deli fridge to see if maybe I could spy any, I had already evaluated the selection in the pre-sliced section before coming to the counter.
The lady kindly asked her co-worker, “Do you know what prosciutto is, and if so do we have any?”
“Prosciutto, is that a kind of cheese?”
Apparently I’m a food snob in yet another area.
Thankful Thursday: Having Been a Sunday School Teacher
I’m thankful this week that I was a Sunday School teacher to a high school class for a while in the earlier part of this decade. This week I’ve had breakfast with students and acquaintances of those students all week long 🙂 Friends of former students who even wanted to get together. Neat folks, neat to have had some sort of impact. Neat to have the opportunity to continue to have an impact. Life is good.
Abby’s Dance Recital
Today is Abby’s dance recital. She’ll be doing the performance around 2:30 or maybe later, but here’s video from the dress rehearsal. Unfortunately I’m not allowed to photograph or record in any way the final performance. Dictatorship being what it is, I wasn’t assigned the duty of video work (and this clip is probably a good enough reason why), and I also was instructed that taking video would lead to my demise as a parent at said recital.
Anyway, here’s the video [requires Quicktime size: 7 MB]: Abby’s Dance Recital 2007-05-19
Thankful Thursday: Being Sick
Today I’m thankful for having parasites (it turns out I have two different parasites going on inside of me, a pair of parasites). I don’t like the parasites, but its caused me to do some life evaluation. Firstly its caused me to spend more time thinking about things above & my relationship with Christ. Secondly its caused me to spend more time with my family. Thirdly its caused me to start exercising and working out. I have lost, as of this morning, 8 pounds in the last month. Some people lose weight from parasites, I’m losing it from being healthier in my diet, healthier by exercising, and healthier by having self-control.
I know its weird to be thankful for a parasite problem, but I guess I’m used to being weird.
I Must Speak the Wrong Dialect
Today on my lunch break I put Evie in bed and got her settled. She was asleep, I came out to the kitchen and hugged Abby who had been instructed to go to the bathroom and then Jessica would tuck her in (Jessica has lunch tucking in duties for Abby and I have night time tucking in duties). Abby screamed all the way down the hallway about making sure mommy was tucking her in. I told her sternly, “Be quiet, your sister is supposed to be sleeping!” I was making sure that I wasn’t also really loud and therefore proving myself an idiot. No progress, she continued to be loud and slam things around the bathroom as she went to the bathroom and washed her hands.
Toilet sounds, stool unfolding and being slammed in front of the counter, water on at full blast to make the most noise, and lastly the loudest hand wiping you have ever heard.
I swear I must be speaking adult-ese, which is a slightly different dialect of English that her little mind cannot fathom.