Bearfruit

If I spoke every language but did not love others, my words would be like noisy clanging. If I saw the future, memorized all of wikipedia and had an inner resolve strong enough to move mountains but did not love others my gains would be worthless. If I gave everything I had to the poor and even died for a good cause I might have something to boast about, but without love I would be nothing.

What is love? It is patient and kind, never bragging or jealous or rude. It never demands its own way nor keeps track of the times it has been let down. It does not enjoy getting away with what is wrong - it celebrates when justice prevails. Love never gives up, always has hope and can last through every circumstance.

Everything else known to mankind will become useless in time except love - it is precious forever. As an adult, we remember the actions of our youth and understand that we saw life as if we were looking through a foggy mirror. Right now our understanding of the universe is similarly incomplete, but when we achieve full understanding we’ll look back and be ashamed of how we’ve behaved.

Three things will last forever - faith, hope and love. The greatest of these is love.

- a paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13

Last week, around May 2nd or 3rd, my daughter learned to crawl. It’s been a week so now she’s officially at that stage referred to as, “no really, don’t take your eyes off of her!”

So now I’ve got this challenge that so many people before me have faced. How to get her to be stationary for a little bit. This is my brief and whimsical diary of a few experiments.

Cats and Toilets

I think I’ve figured out why cats drink from the toilet. You see, when you feed a dog, he’ll clean the dish. Therefore you must feed him proper portions. Cats tend to be thrifty by nature. If you feed a cat, he’ll eat when he wants to, and just enough to satisfy himself. Therefore I’ve surmised that cats, being thrifty, drink from the toilet because they see it as a bountiful supply of water and are merely rationing their water bowl for that day that the toilet runs out. Quite brilliant.

OK, so I’ve been walking often, not every day, but most. When I walk its at least 1 mile, but I’ve been walking some days 2.5. Plus, I went to the Iowa State Fair twice, each day involving quite a bit more than 2 miles of walking. Unfortunately, the healthy walking was offset significantly by the unhealthy fair food. :-(

The cool thing about baby shoes is that they only have to look nice, they don’t have to be functional, since the babies can’t walk, nor do they have to be durable, since they out grow them in 4 weeks or less (and shoes that you don’t walk in take far longer than 4 weeks to wear out).

Oh crud, I think I forgot to blog about my new baby!

The Dr. says I should loose 30lbs. I actually told her I felt I was putting on some weight and asked her about dieting. She looked up my BMI and said my target weight was something like 125-169. On her scale I weighed 196lbs.

Microsoft has squarely positioned .Net (C# primarily, but other flavors such as VB, J#, Iron Python, Jscript, etc) as the programming language for Windows. I realize its not a language, but pretend it is for a minute.

The Linux community really loves C and Python. Lets just focus on high-level languages (if you think C is a high level language, you’re too old) so we’ll say that Python is the language of choice for Linux.

Mac users are increasingly rallying behind Ruby and Ruby on Rails. Note that a lot of influential people in the Web development community use Macs, and since they know that they’ll never have enough market share to attract big desktop application vendors, they’re a driving force behind the movement to make all major productivity apps go web 2.0, which is a place where Ruby sparkles.

I think I’m going to be sick. I can’t believe I have the energy to even type this message out. Be forewarned, this is going to be a major rant.

I woke up today with “Toccata and Fugue in D minor” stuck in my head. I think that’s a foreboding sign. On an unrelated note, my cat disassembled a bird in my living room last night. That’s always a pretty sight to see when you walk down the stairs in the morning.

At bedtime the other night, my son announced he’d thought of the silliest name for a baby sister. He’s 6, so I was not expecting a ROFL, but I was surprised. I chuckle now just thinking about it.

I’ve never tried communicating second hand humor through a blog before, so I don’t know how well this will work. If it doesn’t sound funny to you after reading it, try saying it out loud, or imagine using it to address a young sibling, niece or daughter.
The silliest name for a baby sister (according to my son) is: Grandma.