google widgets are handy...

I just finally set up my google homepage to hook my blogger account, so I'm posting from my google homepage.

Google has an iGoogle homepage widget that hooks to your blog to let you do a quick post...kind of nice.

TA-DAAAA!

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Will De Hart said…

I'm watching you DMan. Your geekery is supervening to a new level, provoking within me a geek jealousy.

November 1, 2008 at 8:15 PM

the one they have pierced...

I'm a bit interested in Eschatology. For those of you who don't know what eschatology is, it's the study of eschat . Really, no, I'm just kidding. I don't even know what eschat is... But I heard some fairly convincing stuff from a preterist this last week. Preterists believe that the last days described in the Bible happened in the first century, and that it's all done. Well, I don't think that's right. So I've been thinking on that. Here's a bit of it: Preterists take the time words very seriously - the statements that are made in Matthew 24, Revelation 1-3, and elsewhere, where Jesus says that 'this generation' would see the kingdom, or that 'the time is near', or 'these things must soon come to pass'. I was challenged to take those seriously as well - I had not given them as much thought as other elements of those same passages...but I find the strict preterist interpretation simplistic, as I understand it. Ba

What the Shel?

I'm experimenting with facial hair. So far, my best identifiable target is famous poet ( and composer of 'A Boy Named Sue' ) Shel Silverstein . Strangely enough, Jenn likes it. And Amanda likes to feel it absently while I'm holding her. It seems to help her think. I've begun to hear 'As-Salamu Alaykum' on a regular basis from one of my work colleagues. Another thinks I must be Jewish. I'm getting the orthodox rabbi thing a lot at church... My business partner Greg refers to it as 'THE BEARD OF POWER'. Last but not least, a buddy of mine recommends I decorate it for the holidays, so that the family can gather around and sing 'O Christmas beard, O Christmas beard' while it twinkles away. I find it fascinating, the reaction it's provoking from the folks around me...I've never been called 'hirsute' before...google it. Well, beard does rhyme with weird...

Bread.

The smell itself had a powdery sweet reek that seemed to suggest mold – but I wasn’t sure. It was Monday, and the fresh start of a new work week seemed like a good time to clean out the cabinet. So I steeled myself. As I peered into it’s dark recesses of the break room cupboard, two or three possibilities caught my eye: a nondescript, unmarked tin of something, a box of bran cereal, and a half-eaten loaf of bread. I chose the bread. The plastic bag was neatly twist tied, and the printing on the bag helpfully obscured the contents inside. So I reached up and grabbed it to get a better look. Perhaps this was the source, perhaps not... The inch of bread crust visible through the bag was fairly innocuous. It looked bread-ish enough. Still, I was suspicious. So I opened the bag to see what was inside. To my surprise, it was not green, spotted or otherwise obviously moldy. I was initially concerned that it didn’t look quite right, but the color of the bread was uniform –

geekery.of.all.sorts

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