Christmastime in the City

Strings of streetlights, even stoplights blink a bright red and green.
Last Sunday, a group of us, instead of going to our stake choir concert, we went to the provincial legislature (or lege) so enjoy the lights. I felt much more Christmassy after last weekend. Between baking to my hearts content, singing carols at the international airport, Christmas songs at church, and this, well. My heart overflows with excitement and joy.

I’m sorry Melody. This picture was just too good.



Better than this one. My initial thought was to just chuck this one but then I noticed that the focus and color are just perfect. And really, what is not funny about a picture of an elf’s bum.



The crèche in the lege pedway,



Okay I do have strange friends. Apparently Natalie here can make her stomach growl at will. Here she is demonstrating.



We also serenaded each other from lofty... lofts.



And then there’s the pretty lights.


And the pretty tree.


This one’s for you Locke.


We wish you a merry Christmass. What’s a figgy pudding?


And aparently temporary blindness is really fun. I’ll have to try that sometime.


I am going to have a tiring and merry week. And then a relaxing and merry week. I hope you have a merry week as well.

Merry Christmas!

Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

The In-Between

I'm sorry to wax philosophical here.

It started with a comment about the great place when we hear good news for the first time and when we hear the details. And then I thought about how we really don't see the world continuously, but see events as they come and go. When you watch TV you are really just seing a series of still images, and our brains fill in the space in between, but if it wasn't for that space, it would just be a mess.

And then I had an epiphany; The space in between is where the magic is. It can't be measured, it can't be held, because if you look at it too closely it disappears. But that's where everything important happens. It's in these places that faith and hope have their power.

And so what is to be done? I suppose the only thing is to enjoy it. Stop living in the future, or the past, or in this place or that. The present is the space in-between. It is everywhere and everywhen. It's where the magic is.

this should be our time

Epimetheus, Prometheus

They say hindsight is always 20-20. I suppose this is true. After the failure of the liner in the last post, I took it on myself to see exactly why it didn’t work. After asking some questions, and crunching some numbers, I came up with this.



I know this really doesn’t mean anything to anyone so I’ll just put it like this: The red is bad. This is good to know, and it will be good to know that we can check things so that bad stuff doesn’t happen again. Hindsight is a very good thing, but it would be cheaper and, well, better if I could have seen this coming before hand. The trouble with experience is that it generally has to be gained the hard way.

It’s a short post today. I’ve got stuff to do.

Peace out.

the future's here today