It’s a long weekend thanks to the 4th of July holiday falling on the Monday after. So what’s that mean for the majority of us in the technology world? Hopefully that means getting out of the house, doing some home or car maintenance, spending time with family, catching up on a book or hanging out with friends you haven’t seen in a while.
Just be sure you don’t fall into the case of Dilbert…
So just after everyone had the chance to dig out from Snowmageddon and test out their four wheel drive vehicles Son of Snow decided to show up on Tuesday, 9 February 2010. Yes, it’s not an official name, but someone mentioned it on Facebook, so I adopted it promptly and perhaps have overused it or abused it.
Son of Snow swooped in late on Tuesday night, snow falling in heavy fluffy flakes. Thereafter turning into a freezing rain, adding a nice, thin coating of ice onto everything (there are some wicked sweet icicles around here now too). For a few hours there was only a steady wind which then turned over to snow blizzard ground effects and a considerable amount of snow dumping on top of the snow that was already there. As the morning went on, things finally faded out and just became heavy winds blowing snow everywhere, normalizing the layering. Granted, the winds were still fierce.
So once the plows had a chance to push through the area a little, the house mates and I decided it was time to venture out. Fear not – I’m not driving, just in the navigator position.
If you’re interested in the epic adventures after Son of Snow, check it out in the Son of Snow Album on Vimeo.com.
A little over a week ago, 5 February 2010, Snowmageddon descended upon us. Somewhere around 2 PM the snow began to fall, sprinkling the area gently, becoming a slushy foundation that would later freeze into a firm foundation for snow to pile there upon. Every few hours I was going outside and using a large shop broom and brushing away the initial slush and snow. Come nightfall the snow fall picked up and began sticking to the ground.
Overnight, we continued to shovel the snow every few hours. It seemed though that with every time we would go out that we had not dented the snow with any of our previous efforts.
By Saturday morning, the snow was deep and any previous efforts to clear snow were disturbed by wind blowing snow into drifts. Wandering about the neighborhood took precedent 
After much shoveling and digging, the snow had finally died down, but my car still seemed to be weighted down by a significant amount of snow. I decided I would submit my thoughts to the world by drawing a little something in the snow.
All in all, by my car was finally freed from the snow by Sunday night.
Unfortunately more snow is on the way…
It’s Twenty Ten.
It’s been more than a year since I last gave my Mom a hug.
So the first is still on my mind fairly often, but with time, memories turn to smiles rather than gnashing of teeth. I still want to pick up the phone from time to time to say hi and see how things are going on at Immanuel, but I stop myself and just breath, realizing that life will never be the same.
It’s been more than a year since I’ve seen close friends.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen several close friends. Relating to my first though, several folks clammed up and weren’t certain what to do when Mom passed away. Several didn’t know what to say. Understandably, but just swinging by the house to say hello or calling would have been something that would have blown me away. Instead, while there seemed to be a ridiculous outpouring of sorrow on Facebook, I can’t say that there was one person that dropped by the house to share a meal or to say hello and see how I was doing. Granted, in some respects, I can’t blame them since I was over taking care of my dad through sometime part way into December.
Now that’s not to say that all friends have wandered disregarded me, but I guess it seems like “most” did. As time has gone by, some folks have come out of the woodwork to hang out – the “some” is relatively small. If anything I turn to my colleagues at work – some of them knew the full extent as to what had transpired, others just thought that there was an accident (hello, awkward!). These folks, while some not knowing Christ, were utilized by Him, providing care and friendship I would have suspected my Christian brothers would have rushed forward to provide – and people wonder why it’s hard to trust “christians” when they’re not true to the character of “Christians”.
It’s been more than a year since I’ve had the opportunity to really just be me.
Maybe I’m a little off on timelines, but it’s been a while since I feel I”ve had the opportunity to actually just be the kid that I like to be. In some respects I was able to be a kid in Nashville, TN over the past year, but not to just kick back and relax.
What’s that? You’ve got a vacation coming up?
If only. Though I suppose a trip to Hawaii would be acceptable to get away and just kick back, relax and breath.
So what are you looking to do this January of 2010?
So if you’re like me, the holidays are coming up, and you’re thinking to yourself, “Gosh, wouldn’t it be great to have fried Turkey for that holiday meal that we’re having to celebrate that holiday?†Well, fear not, it’s possible to do without burning your arms off (just one arm).
Okay, all kidding aside, if you are interested in partaking in this "fun" activity, check out the instructions from none other than Instructables.com where they have specific instructions on How to SAFELY fry a Turkey.
So I spent the weekend in Boston for a neat event semi related to work, but not really. Anyway, while wandering around last night I remembered seeing some of the places I’d seen four years ago when I went up in Spring of 2005 for a training class.
Anyway, I figured that when I’d get home I’d look through some of the photos of how I remember Boston and what I saw over the weekend. While doing so I went through my “picture archive†which spans back to early 2003 when I bought my first digital camera.
The first picture is gone – I’m guessing I took a picture of the inside of the lens cap. The second, third and fourth pictures though… all Mom. They’re all of Mom at Immanuel Bible Church, a community that she deeply loved and cared for.
So I figured I’d share them with you all.
So last week my e2c’s essentially became unsafe for use with the wiring coming out of one of the sides. So I decided to take the plunge and give myself a little pick me up with everything going on and bought a pair of new SE530s from a seller on eBay located up in NYC.
They were brand new, unopened, perfect condition and sound incredible. Not to belittle my e2cs, but these are seriously phenomenal and I’m not quite certain that I could go back unless forced to.
It’s quite nice to listen to the Moses Hogan Chorale and hear the basses rumbling in their solo section as well as the sopranos adding the icing on top of the melody. While I may not be an audiophile, music is in my soul and it resonates with these buds.
So it’s late, but yet it’s early, and I decided I’d go pop over to Usherisms.com to see what’s going on in the lives of family and lo and behold, I’d been tagged. I shake my fist at Rachel for inspiring my sister-in-law for posting this 
 Nonetheless, unlike my sister-in-law, coming up with 8 TV shows that I watch is kinda hard… :-\
8 TV Shows I Watch
8 Favorite Restaurants
St. Louis Bread Company – Yummy soups, need I say more? (this was #8 originally)
8 Things That Happened To Me or That I Did Today
8 Things That I’m Looking Forward To
8 Things I Wish For
8 People I Tag To Do This Too!
Now Playing: The Benedictine Monks Of Santo Domingo De Silos – Chant – The Anniversary Edition – Traditor Autem-Benedictus – AntÃfona (Modo I) – Cántico
So the Eggs arrived a few days ago and I have to say that they’re great. The Green Egg is pliable and yet still resilient when you’re squeezing it as hard as you can. Definitely noticed a different in strength after working with if for a day. More than that, working with the blue egg has been intense – it’s definitely got theft deterrence included – you could throw it at someone and it would hurt
More than likely not… One month has passed since my Mother breathed her last breath. Dad has gone back to work. We continue to press forward, but there’s definitely an ache missing Mom’s sweet presence among us.