August 14, 2012
The Essenes
In today's email from my father: a cute joke about old married couples and cowboy boots. “Shoulda bought a hat” «grin»
Somedays I think my ReadItLater (Pocket) queue will be as bad my unread RSS backlog.
Good morning! Nice drive into the office today. Sunny and 75°F. Definitely sunroof and sunglasses weather. I listened to a CD about the Dead Sea Scrolls and the Jewish Essene community where they originated from. One can definitely see how the Essenes influenced the early Christian Church.
Michelle has a full day ahead of her. She's going to take Gail's killer RIPPED class at Golds Gym. Later she'll take our kids over to her friend Tammy's house and watch her kids so that Tammy can tend to her mother. Tonight Michelle has a local cancer support group meeting.
Asked by a climate warming advocate to "be reasonable", Lord Christopher Monckton wrote up a beautiful reply. It reminds me of a reply from the late Bill Buckley. Warning: pdf format file.
Didn't leave the office until about 6:45pm. Busy day! Spent the morning debugging test failures and a fair amount of the afternoon looking into the best way to wring bugs out of ASTC. Listened to the rest of the Dead Sea Scrolls CD and a couple of podcasts on the drive home. While I knew Michelle would be out, I was happy to find her friend Tammy was at the house watching the kids.
Tammy and her kids head home. Shortly thereafter I got the boys tucked in bed with their prayers. I'm going to do some computer updating. I'm updating Michelle's netbook and the packages on my MacBook's 'brew' programs. Michelle just returned from her meeting.
Gotta love Sun, err I mean Oracle. They tell me my version of VirtualBox is out of date. Fine, I've been putting it off for a month or two. I go ahead and download it. It's taking it's sweet time at roughly an hour to fetch 93MB. It's approaching dialup modem speeds. If only Oracle had deep pockets for a good web connection. Oh wait… they do!
“If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them goes astray,
will he not leave the ninety-nine in the hills
and go in search of the stray?” — Matthew 18