Pretty much what the headline is…I’d be curious to know how much they’ll pay in taxes.
Having never driven on the left, I was actually surprised about how quickly I adapted as well as the things that ultimately tripped me up, roughly in ascending order of frequency:
- Shifting with my left hand was pretty easy…didn’t have any problems with this.
- Remembering to keep on the left required some mental concentration, but I only tried to drive on the right side once in the two weeks I was in the UK.
- There were several times I almost got into the car on the left side.
- Probably at least once a day I could be found trying to grasp at an imaginary seat belt over left shoulder. It was, of course, over my right shoulder.
- Constantly expecting the rearview mirror to be in my upper right field-of-vision when it was in my upper-left. This took the entire two weeks to really get ironed out.
There’s a certain irony in paying US Federal Taxes while I’m currently in England.
Who do I know in the Dorset, UK area the weekend of April 18th? Alternatively, what should I do?
He sees that there are two lines going in. One has a sign that reads “predestined,” and the other, “free will”. He naturally heads to the predestined line.
While waiting, an angel comes and asks him “Why are you in this line?”
He replies, “Because I chose it.”
The angel looks surprised, “Well, if you ‘chose’ it, then you should be in the free will line.”
So our Calvinist, now slightly miffed, obediently wanders over to the free will line.
Again, after a few minutes, another angel asks him, “Why are you in this line?”
He sullenly replies, “Someone made me come here.”
RT @petersagal “He lived long, and he prospered. RIP Leonard Nimoy. … I’m really upset.”
This is one of those niche games that probably only applies to enginerds1, but if you — like me — are one of those people be prepared to lose yourself in this game as you deposit silicon and metal to make real life circuits.
Конструктор is Russian for designer or contractor.
and those who like to dabble in such realms ↩
Charlie Pondering His Future
Test Shoot with Rachel
Setting Up the Boat
Stephanie hoisting the lights
Charlie Pondering His Future, Again
So Far, So Good
Dancing to the Music
What’s This? A Boat? With Christmas Carolers? In January?
See the rest of the photos at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/afdn/sets/72157650275210685
Most pictures taken with: Nikon 24mm f/1.4
We had finished reading a book and I was about to turn off the light when she sat up and said, “Dad, I have a question for you. What have you noticed is my talent?”
Maybe that doesn’t sound that big to you, but what I heard was a little different. In her simple question I heard, “Dad, you know me best. You and mom are the people I trust most. Please define me. Please tell me why I’m special and what I’m good at. Please tell me who I am.”
That’s what I heard, but the crazy thing about her question is that we adults still ask it. Today, across the planet, people like me and people like you are going to walk out their front doors and ask people they see, “Who am I?”
At jobs, we’ll ask our bosses and coworkers to define us.
At school, we’ll ask our teachers and classmates to tell us we’re special.
At home, we’ll ask our spouses or boyfriends and girlfriends to tell us we matter.
In a thousand ways today, like a seven year old who is moldable and curious and undefined, we will seek out friends and strangers, bosses and spouses and ask them who we are.
And the sad thing is, the answers will fail us.
They won’t satisfy, they never do. That beat, beat, beat of our inquisitive heart will not be stilled by their words. That hurt, hurt, hurt of our heads will not be numbed by our accomplishments. That hope, hope, hope of our souls will not be quenched by this world.
And so we’ll ask someone else, we’ll seek it somewhere else, we’ll sit up in beds and classrooms and cubicles and say, “What have you noticed is my talent?”
But let me save you the time, let me save you the trouble of digging through the mud for an answer that will ultimately prove hollow. For although I might not know you, for although we might never meet, I do know the God who knows you, and he is not quiet about who you are. Actually, he won’t stop talking about who you are.
You are the reason he rises in the morning. (Isaiah 30:18)
You are the one he quiets with love. (Zephaniah 3:17)
You are the one he longs for. Not just likes but longs for. (Isaiah 30:18)
You are a child of God. (John 1:12)
You are an heir to the throne. (Galatians 4:7)
You are his workmanship. (Ephesians 2:10)
Today, the world and the people in it will try to tell you who are. That’s just how this planet spins, but that’s not an open question. That’s already been determined. Whether you’re a mom in Australia or a student in Ohio, a teacher in London, or a surfer in California, I already know who you are.
You are the only part of creation God breathed to life. (Genesis 2:7)
And that’s enough.
Who do I know in the Orange County area and wants to grab dinner tonight?