At work, I was feeling more and more sick, so I’m heading home from work early to avoid contaminating the office.
Train at Flinder’s St is spontaneously rerouted from a city loop to a Richmond direct express to Box Hill service so I jump on just before it leaves. Train takes off and a lady starts freaking out.
She and her 4yo(?) son heard the announcement late and have tried to exit, but the doors closed between him getting off and her doing the same. So he’s standing on the platform crying as she jogs down the length of the carriage trying to get help.
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For the past few years, Úll’s reputation has been rising as a thoroughly thought through, brilliantly balanced, carefully constructed conference for creatives interested in technology.
Moreover, it’s held in a spectacular venue in a country we’ve wanted to visit for the longest time, not far from friends we deeply love.
So we’ve decided to take the plunge and travel halfway around the globe to join a long list of luminaries in Killarney, before spending some quality time in a quality country.
Suggestions for places to visit and things to see will be warmly welcomed.
Godparents are something of an anachronism nowadays.
I think that asking someone you trust to watch out for your kid is invaluable. There will come a time when Steph & I are anathema to our children, and when having another set of thoughtful, loving Christians praying for them and giving them wise counsel just seems like a no brainer.
So we thank God for the six saintly souls who look out for our girls – for the way the actively seek things to pray for them, and for their working hard to be part of their lives.
Fourteen years ago to the day, my eternally patient wife (then bemused girlfriend) spent her Valentine’s Day afternoon helping me move into a sharehouse with some bozo.
Practical, self-sacrificial, and loving – what more could you look for in a valentine.
After digging around on the computer to find out why my SSD was running out of space, I stumbled across my old iWeb projects.
Goodness me, Apple has released some top-notch software in the past. If you haven’t played with it, the seven-year-old iWeb application is still the best web page maker in existence, and thanks to its ability to publish via open standards (like FTP), you can re-publish old, orphaned MobileMe sites, like our world-famous World Tour Of The U.S.A.
Kudos, former Apple UX designers and coders, for making brilliant software, and for enabling a walk down memory lane.
Unlike earlier, before we knew you were you were no more.
Before the last battle you were carried through the stable door
by the lion, whose roar
the world, who separated south from north.
And whose deeds at the stone table are worth
trusting – even as the donkey brays
that he cut short our little ones’ days.
But we know his word says
that we’ll meet again even if our ways
in this world are four score
We know the one who beat death chose to let you face it before we could face you.
And that after we see death, we’ll get to hold you as we bask in the glory of our saviour’s face.
They say the appropriate gift is tin.
Perhaps “they” here are New Zealanders who struggle wuth theer vowels end hev muxed up theer “e”s with their “i”s.
Maybe “they” figured that after so many years rusted onto each other, it was only appropriate to share a corrosion-safe metal.
Or perhaps “they” decided to give a poor, mortgage-laden chap a break and let him go cheap on the gifts this year.
They say the appropriate gift is tin.
But I say, after walking the yellow brick road with me for this past decade, the best gift I can give you is velvet-wrapped and sawdust-filled. And being renewed every day by our saviour & God.
Thank you, Stephanie Louise, for your great, great love all these years. You are the source of most of God’s earthly blessings for me. I still thank him daily for you, and pray I keep living up to the promises I made ten years ago today.
Me: “If you eat your pizza you can have some icecream.”
3yo: “No! Icecream first, then pizza!”
Me: “No, the rule is -”
3yo: “No! I don’t want it.”
Me: “Look, who’s the boss in our house?”
Me: “You’re right, but to whom does Jesus delegate his -”
3yo: “No! Jesus says in the bible it’s icecream first!”
Me: “… um … ah. You show me where he says it in this bible and we’re good.”
3yo (pawing through her Big Picture Bible): “Here. It says here icecream first then pizza.”
Me: “… errr … hmmmm …”
What would you say?
So our daughters’ Nanna has acquired a second-hand iPhone.
She’s always been passionate about education and learning. A teacher by training & trade, we joke that our girls come back from visiting her with five more points of IQ.
The iPhone, however, is taking her a bit of getting used to. Truth be told, her old Samsung dumb-phone really was a UX nightmare, so I understand her wariness of new technology. Typing seems to be what annoys her: she’d developed her own shorthand on the Sammy to get around its appalling text input system, and the iPhone keeps trying to “correct” her.
I think the *aha* moment came at lunch yesterday when she asked whether there would be rain this week. Then looked at her home screen, found & launched Weather for the first time, and read the week’s forecast.
Someone said: “Welcome to the 21st century. You now never have to not know something.”
And her eyes lit up.