Journal – Page 10

Matter, Energy and Wonder

You know, life is mostly ordinary. But sometimes something shines through the veil of mere matter and energy to make you marvel.

Watch.

Quotidiana

I like life uneventful. Probably because childhood and teen years were entirely too eventful.

I’ve had Emily to myself the last two nights, as Andrea is getting back into work via special events. The first night, she yelled continuously from after dinner until midnight. Last night, she played and had fun. Go figure.

She’s a pretty smart little cookie, too. She knows she’s not allowed to climb the stairs by herself, so last night she wandered over to them and yelled “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” to get me to come watch her climb. A first both for calling me, and for not just saying her usual “Enh! Enh!”

I’ve gotten an Android phone, and it’s nice, except for not being small enough to fit in my pants pocket. But having games and net access on the bus is cool. I haven’t gotten around to exploring development, yet, as I am trying to get my latest project to properly find all its frameworks on the Mac.

A Sonnet by the Late John M. Ford

Janus: Sonnet
Sufficient time for faith and miracles
We find we cannot fit into our days;
And nothing’s left at all that joyous dwells
Inside the heart. The spark of spirit stays
Too small for dreamburst, and all earth may prove
Inadequate for art. No human is
This potent all alone, and fear kills love . . .
Love kills fear, and alone; all-potent, this.
No human is inadequate for art,
For dreamburst; and all earth may prove too small.
The spark of spirit stays inside the heart
That joyous dwells, and nothing’s left at all
We cannot fit into our days. We find
For faith and miracles, sufficient time.

— John M. Ford

Way Up in the Middle of the Air

The Winter Olympics start in two weeks, and there is much activity at the Vancouver airport. The sound of high-powered turbine aircraft engines fills the air.

My office is right under the approach path to runway 26L, so I see CF-18 Hornet fighter jets