Archive for September, 2007
The always edgy Ann Coulter…
“Even Islamic terrorists don’t hate America as much as liberals do. They don’t have the energy. If they had that much energy, they’d have indoor plumbing by now.”
For the second year in a row, I’ve realized I missed National Talk Like A Pirate Day the day afterward.
Today there is no school (power outage), so I’ve taken a minute to find a not-so-classic Pirate-song. (This is all my kids know about VT.) It’s good for reminding us that we will never do what we do not attempt; and it’s really funny. Enjoy.
Your Home A Place of Grace by Susan Hunt quoting Bryan Chappell writing Each for the Other: Marriage As It’s Meant to Be
“As the values of our secular society continue to assail our families, it becomes increasingly critical that Christian homes where God’s Word is honored have an effective witness for the gospel, ensuring the spiritual well-being of the next generation. Without healthy Christian homes where the unselfish and sacrificial care of Jesus is daily demonstrated, the deep realities of the Christian faith remain mere abstractions to family members and thus fail to take root in society as a whole….although the apostolic writers addressed Christians in a secular culture much like our own, their words did not call the early Christians to retreat from society. Instead, the apostles called each Christian to retreat from self.
“By teaching the sacrifice of one’s own priorities to the needs of a loved one, the apostles planned to beacon the truths of Christ’s love in a way the world could not ignore. As we live for each other, we reenact the story of Jesus’ sacrifice that lifts us from the bottomless pit of self-indulgence to a purposeful life with God.”
John Angell James…
“It is an unquestionable truth, that if a man be not happy at home, he cannot be happy anywhere; and the converse of the proposition is no less true, that he who is happy there, need be miserable nowhere.”
“Familes are the nurseries of all societies.”
We are so glad that God doesn’t love us in trifles. When He swifts blessings to us, often He does so in heaps and heaps. Our God is the unbridled-Giver, the singular bestower of all graces and mercies. He prudently gives what is best…always and still only at the right time.
Today we saw a picture of our new baby, due January 19thish. Here’s a headshot of our one-pounder praying.
Thank you for loving us so splendidly,
Ryan and Chrissy Boomershine
“Stocking the world with future men since 2002.”
The sixth anniversary has come and gone, and I’m still thinking about it. I think conservatives, especially, have a tendency to want to make a bigger deal out of the day than there probably should be–jockeying for position to make the best point and loudest soundbite. I’m not so sure there needs to be public ceremony and solemn silence every year (presumably for all time to come), but at the same time, I’m glad that Americans can be somber and quiet about something. But I hope that 9/11 does not become a public holiday or that we start treating it like a three-day weekend either. We should remember. We should be sober. But it shouldn’t be a show, either. Sometimes we emphasize important things into commonness.
The horrendous event was certainly singular and must be noted. It would be reprehensible if we forgot it, and I’m not suggesting we ignore it. I am awed and chilled when I see clips from that day, and, as I remember clearly what I did almost that whole day six years ago, I even remember the full gamut of emotions I experienced last year as I showed most of my school an extended commentary of the event. I would do so again on the 10th anniversary. I want them to remember, too. At the same time that we acknowledge the worst we’ve seen with our eyes, it pales in comparison to many other atrocities that get no remembrance or attention.
Justice is still waiting to be served for that day; let’s not forget. Families are still grieving; let’s not forget. Genuine heroes need to be emulated; let’s not forget. History was made; let’s not forget. God is still King; let’s not forget Him in the remembrance.
In 2006, I took about about twenty students to Washington, DC for a week. On the way home, I took them to the field Shankstown where Flight 92 came down heroically. It was a somber scene.
We also visited a chapel nearby dedicated to the event. It was there that I first heard Kristy’s Jackson’s emotional song. I haven’t heard anyone else mention it or refer to it other than at that chapel. Here’s a link to “Little Did She Know (She’d Kissed a Hero)” with lyrics (and a mediocre copy of the recording).
“He that is to saile into a farre country, although the ship, cabin, and provision, be all convenient and comfortable for him, yet he hath no desire to make that his place of residence, but longs to put in at that port where his busines lyes: a Christian is sailing through this world unto his heavenly country, and here he hath many conveniences and comforts; but he must beware of desiring to make this the place of his abode, lest he meet with such tossings that may cause him to long for shore before he sees land. We must, therefore, be heer as strangers and pilgrims, that we may plainly declare that we seek a citty above, and wait all the dayes of our appointed time till our chang shall come.”
You know that the world is going online, don’t you? Here’s another great benefit of Web 2.0.
It’s been more than five years since I stopped recording books that come into my library. It takes a good amount of time to enter all the information that I want to record about each book, and I have just plain not been doing it. I want the record so that I can 1) keep track of what I own, 2) organize what I own, 3) have a record in case of loss, 4) let my friends see if I have what they need to borrow and 5) find other people who have the same books I do (though the social networking is not anything that I think I’ll be using).
Yesterday I came across this great site: LibraryThing. It’s an online catalog of your own library. You can track a good number of aspects about each book including author, title, date it was published, date you entered it or read it, and more.
The cost is free for the first 100 or 200 books, so there’s no reason you can’t try it out. After that it’s $10 per year or $25 lifetime (and those prices are flexible). Yesterday, I inputed two shelves of miscellaneous at home (68 books) in about an hour. If you are working off a large stack next to you, it’s probably possible to input at least 2-3 books/minute.
The process is easy. You enter the ISBN number of your book (which covers most everything since at least the early 80s) and enter a couple of tags (or category labels) for each title. LibraryThing will find your book on Amazon or in the Library of Congress and apply all the detailed information automatically. I only had two books on those shelves that weren’t findable, and unfindable books are able to be inputted manually. Tags is the area where we need to be most thoughtful because the goal is to be specific enough to find what we are looking for later.
Before I started, I shopped around a little bit looking for similar programs, but this seems to be a one of the only items like this available online. It already has a huge following (18,000,000+ books inputted online by it’s members). Tell me if you find anything comparable. I like the idea of it being online, too. If you have broadband, this process doesn’t take any more time than using a harddrive, but it’s a lot safer than leaving it on your harddrive. Theoretically, you can peruse your list while you’re in the bookstore from your wireless device to check if you already own the title you are looking at.
I hope this helps.
…as opposed to this irritating schmuck.
Would your life be better without children? Corinne Maier says yes in her new book, which has scandalised the parents of France. She explains her reasons
I’m on my way to Nîmes to interview Corinne Maier, who has written a book called No Kid: 40 Reasons Not to Have Children.The book is surprisingly funny and is making me smile as I read it in the departure lounge at Luton Airport, surrounded by a good many badly behaved, tiresome examples of why this outspoken French writer might be on to something.
“Open your eyes,” she tells French women. “Your children will be baby-losers, destined for unemployment, insecure or low-grade work . . . They will have a life even less rigol-ote (fun) than yours, and that’s saying something. No, your marvellous babies have no future, as every baby born in a developed country is an ecological disaster for the whole planet.”
I’m only a few pages in and already I’ve clocked that this is war – war with Europe’s most fecund country, which last year had a higher birthrate than any of its neighbours – an announcement greeted like a sporting triumph by the country’s media.
“Why was this a victory?” asks Maier. “Perhaps because it is the only thing France has left to mount on a podium.” There’s no doubt about it. Maier, whose book has been at the top of the French bestseller lists all summer, is on a crusade to puncture France’s love affair with b�b�.
“Children are there to stop you enjoying yourself. It’s a child’s hidden face. Believe me, he will be very inventive in this area. He will be ill when you (finally) arrange a night out, he will bug you when you celebrate your birthday with your friends, he will hate it if you bring someone he’s never met back for the night, and beyond that you won’t dare tread for fear of traumatising him for life.” She goes on to list the things you will almost certainly have to give up after having children. They include: a full night’s sleep, a lie-in, deciding to go to the cinema on the spur of the moment, staying out later than midnight (babysitters have to be relieved), visiting a museum or exhibition (children start mucking about after five mintues), taking your holiday anywhere other than destinations where there is a beach and a kids’ club, taking a holiday during term-time and smoking in front of your children, now deemed a “crime against humanity”.
more (including a list of 20 of the reasons if you can stomach this tripe)…