Thursday, December 23, 2004

Google End of Year

An interesting interactive link to Google's index of searchs by month. Now here is some awesome datamining.

White Christmas

Statistical probability of a White Christmas.
As Jimmy Buffet says, "...We've got everything but SNOW"









Wednesday, December 22, 2004

grandma beach

grandmabeach
Grandma chilln' on the beach!

gammy and isaac

momisaac
How cute is this Thanksgiving picture.

Iraq in Real Time

This man is a chapain currently stationed in Iraq. He tells the story of the attack on Mascal.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Family

Another sleepless night after reviewing all the legal documents and fees. Unbelievable really. I was saved by one of my angels and this quote.

The family is changing not disappearing. We have to broaden our understanding of it, look for the new metaphors. Mary Catherine Bateson

Monday, December 20, 2004

Medical and psyciatric examination of Gollum

Gollum has nihilistic thoughts, believing that he is a murderer, liar, and thief; although there is some basis in fact for this and he shows little guilt or remorse. He is preoccupied with, and deeply desires, the ring. He has obsessive thoughts but no compulsions, though he would do anything for the ring. He is hostile towards Frodo, the current owner of the ring. He has paranoid ideation about Sauron ("the eye is always watching") and about Samwise Gamgee ("the fat hobbit... he knows"). Gollum has difficulty controlling his thoughts and actions, exacerbated by prolonged contact with the ring. As Gandalf and Frodo have similar symptoms in the presence of the ring, we can attribute this somatic passivity to the ring. There are features of dissociation. Sméagol has separated his personality and is now Gollum as well.
gollum

Saturday, December 18, 2004

EBAY Rocks!

With rapidly mounting legal expense, Christmas was looking bleak; until my expert personal shopper found the Rescue Hero deal of the century. Here's a preview of Santa's bounty. ...And there's still some left over for birthday's.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

Friday, December 17, 2004

More Love Man

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.
Margaret Cho

Today is also Brian Hughes' birthday. He is truly my hero, and Isaac knows him well as the Rescue Hero of the lake. We love you Brian and Hughes.

Happy Birthday Christian

ChristianSanta
Happy Birthday from all of us here in Texas! Isaac can't to wait to here of your ice cream party. It sounded like all of Korea may have gotten a treat!!

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Words of the Year

Merriam-Webster's Words of the year 2004, based on online lookups. Funny to see #7 peloton. Isaac's convinced that Lance Armstrong is a friend of mine. Maybe he can give tips on the difference between the right and left brake levers.

1.Blog noun [short for Weblog] (1999) : a Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer
2. incumbent
3. electoral
4. insurgent
5. hurricane
6. cicada
7. peloton : noun (1951) : the main body of riders in a bicycle race
8. partisan
9. sovereignty
10. defenestration

Innovation

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction.
E. F. Schumacher

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Leadership

A leader's job is to engineer epiphanies one conversation at a time.(From Sue Scott, author of Fierce Conversations)
This website lists weblogs of CEOs.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Peace, Love, and Gentleness

A quote from Adam Curry's website. He also does podcasting. Have you heard of that yet very cool, almost like having your own radio broadcast (I think Mike Heard should give it a try, I'd be interested in what he has to say).
Galatians 5:22-23: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.

Faith's Manicure

FaithsManicure
What a great picture. Hold on to your wallets gentlemen, she's only one step away from a day at the spa and an all day shop till you drop buying spree.

Sunday, December 12, 2004

IsaacSoccerTeam2004

IsaacSoccerTeam2004
The rest of the Red Tigers.

IsaacSoccer2004

IsaacSoccer2004
Team picture from Isaac's inagural soccer season. He literally runs circles around every one else. He doesn't run after the ball very often, but he's definately running.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Dude

A linguist from the University of Pittsburgh has published a scholarly paper deconstructing and deciphering the word "dude." He found the word taps into nonconformity and a new American image of leisurely success.

Process Work

Two quotes which speak to my current job considering processes. I frequently consider the best frame of mind for discovery.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. Thomas A. Edison (1847 - 1931)

One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
Henry Miller (1891 - 1980)

Korea Mountains

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More cool adventures with the Broughs. Little Faith always seems to be stuck in the backpack?

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

My Angels

I must thank my angels, that continue to help me after yet another sleepless night. Even after all of this I could not be a luckier man for the angels in my life. Here is a quote I found today for inspiration...
The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum. Frances Willard (1839 - 1898)
I will keep going in the hopes of creating something beautiful with the lives which I affect.
Thank You angels, all of you!

Monday, December 06, 2004

Think and Do.

A poem that maybe Michael would appreciate. It mentions both philosophy and underwear; now that's thought provoking!


Think and Do by Rob Padgett
I always have to be doing something, accomplishing some-
thing, fixing something, going somewhere, feeling purposeful,
useful, competent - even coughing, as I just did, gives me the
satisfaction of having "just cleared something up." The phone
bill arrives and minutes later I've written the check. The world
starts to go to war and I shout, "Hey, wait a second, let's think
about this!" and they lay down their arms and ruminate. Now
they are frozen in postures of thought, like Rodin's statue, the
one outside Philosophy Hall at Columbia. His accomplish-
ments are muscular. How could a guy with such big muscles be
thinking so much? It gives you the idea that he's worked all his
life to get those muscles, and now he has no use for them. It
makes him pensive, sober, even depressed sometimes, and
because his range of motion is nil, he cannot leap down from
the pedestal and attend classes in Philosophy Hall. I am so
lucky to be elastic! I am so happy to be able to think of the
word elastic! I am so happy to be able to think of the
word elastic, and have it snap me back to underwear, which
reminds me: I have to do the laundry soon.

Friday, December 03, 2004

Sand between Isaac's Toes

More beach pictures for Hawiian Shirt Friday

Ricky Williams

An interesting story about Ricky Williams for the longhorn fans. This article discusses his enrollment as a student of the ancient Indian medical system known as Ayurveda. Also Wikipedia's definition.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

Brough Family

Here's a post for a little Eastern and Western religious fusion. A picture of the well traveled Brough family and a quote from Christian's studies.
Phil. 4:8 "Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is true, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable; if anything is excellent or praiseworthy then think about such things."

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

Time and Love

Here's a poem from today's Writer's Almanac. I stopped wearing a watch myself, and found the beauty of getting "caught between the mesh of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up in love..." I hope to teach my son, and share with my family the same joy.

In the Middle
of a life that's as complicated as everyone else's,
struggling for balance, juggling time.
The mantle clock that was my grandfather'shas stopped at 9:20; we haven't had time
to get it repaired. The brass pendulum is still,
the chimes don't ring. One day you look out the window,
green summer, the next, and the leaves have already fallen,
and a grey sky lowers the horizon. Our children almost grown,
our parents gone, it happened so fast. Each day, we must learn
again how to love, between morning's quick coffee
and evening's slow return. Steam from a pot of soup rises,
mixing with the yeasty smell of baking bread. Our bodiest
wine, and the big black dog pushes his great head between;
his tail is a metronome, 3/4 time. We'll never get there,
Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging
us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,
sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up
in love, running out of time.