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.0
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/1.40
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.
Editor’s Note: Not sure where this came from. It’s been sitting as a draft post for three years1. I think it may have come from How to be an Adult, by David Richo, which is a fantastic book.
- Face the facts
- Determine what’s not working
- Take responsibility for your actions and choices
- Make choices for yourself
- Acknowledge your emotions
- Say what needs to be said
- Acknowledge the authority you are beholden to
- Embracing what’s difficult
- Taking in/navigating the other perspectives in the room
- Opposite of being a victim of circumstance
- Knowing the difference between: didn’t, don’t want to, and can’t
circa 2011/09/18 ↩
I missed reaching Alaska Airlines MVP this year by 652 miles — not to be confused with the time I missed MVP Gold by 2000 miles. I thought about making a year-end milage-run, a process where you “[buy] a low-price airline ticket … and fly not because you want to go anywhere, but to earn redeemable miles and progress toward elite status on your preferred airline.”
The benefit of MVP is free checked bags for myself and Rachel (when she flies with me), which can easily save us $50-$100 per a trip. I also would get first crack at awesome seats such as 6A/F and 17A/F.
If I had been on top of my game, I probably could have accrued the required miles for about $200, which is equivalent to 2-4 trips worth of baggage fees. Realistically, I think there will only be a couple of flights we take this year (Colorado in August, and maybe someplace warm in the spring). This kind of makes it a push in terms of value. Unfortunately, I left it to the last few weeks of the year and it was going to cost upwards of $400 to get a flight that worked with my schedule. C’est la vie.
I suppose the good news is that I’m not traveling as often…though I sometimes miss it.0
For me, it’s two.
I’ll often make decisions when some level reaches two.
If I need to email someone about something, I won’t email them if it’s just one thing. But I have to ask them about two or point things, I’ll do it.
If a request is made to add a feature, I may not add it if only one person requests it, but if I get two requests, then I usually do.0