This is the painting that I started a while ago, I’ve been doing a little bit on it every now and then, last night I did what I hope are the finishing touches.
This is the first painting I’ve ever done, so be nice… I think it’s pretty good for an amatuer.
I’ve found if you stand back a little bit and squint you’re eyes, it looks better…
I did a bit of playing around after work today, making a new symbol to be my avatar in the wibsite forums, and perhaps also to replace the little pic in the top left of the wiblog screen.
I think he should have a name, but I’m not sure what. Ideas anyone?
There will be an official announcement this Saturday afternoon, for all you people who are interested (and I now know for a fact there is at least one).
I’ve just discovered that someone found their way to viewing my wiblog using the search phrase “what does James eat for lunch on saturdays?” in Google (without the quotes). I am the third link returned! That’s sure to rake the readers in…
Picture this: you’re having caffeine withdrawals because you’re out of milk, and black coffee is not your… er, cup of tea. Add to this the fact that you have recently eaten and enjoyed chocolate coated whole coffee beans. You also happen to have some UNcoated coffee beans in the fridge waiting for grinding and plunging once you get some milk.
Don’t make the mistake of thinking that plain, uncoated coffee beans might be a crunchy way of getting a caffeine fix. They are strong, very gritty and dry and as such do not make a recommended mid-morning snack.
The Queensland games company that I made that model of the Statue of Liberty for (See April 3) finally got around to sending me an email saying they weren’t impressed with said model. A bit disappointing, but probably for the best – I’m very busy with other work right at the moment anyway.
Far too busy to be taking sides in any cereal-rummaging disputes.
I was just watering this plant and thinking how good it looks – it’s one of the few plants that I haven’t managed to kill (yet). Probably because it lives indoors, in the lounge room. Our little backyard gets very hot and dry over summer, everything I put out there dies, very depressing…
But anyway, here’s some photos of the pitchers on our pitcher plant. It’s got some nice pitchers this year, the largest is about 7cm (2.5″?) Quite good considering it is really a tropical plant and I regularly forget to water it for weeks.
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We had a huge night praying last night, Elicia and I. We were both touched at church yesterday thinking about the stuff we’ve been worrying about and how it has not always been for the benefit of God or even others, but mostly ourselves. In praying, we felt God really has ordained us to go to Mt Hotham, as though it’s not just a whim on our part but his plan. We’ll be the chaplains of the mountain.
It does make a difference to how you feel about things. Suddenly it seems like there’s no use getting stressed about all the organising and paperwork that still needs to be done, or the money that still needs to be spent. If God wants us there, we’ll get there, and the money becomes an offering rather than a waste.
There’s snow on Mt Hotham! They got 20cm yesterday afternoon and evening – and it’s still 6 weeks before the season even starts!
These photos are from www.hotham.com.au – sorry they’re a bit dark…
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We also got news yesterday that one of our good friends is moving to Hamilton Island, a holiday resort island in Australia’s tropical north. So that will be interesting – we’ll be telling him about frostbite and he’ll be telling us about sunburn.
Sometimes thinking about my purpose in life can be depressing. My life means nothing in the big scheme of things, I have no special skills and do nothing that other people couldn’t do. Meaning vs purpose – is there a difference? I read things that make my body turn inside out, I love reading beautiul words, and I love it more than anything for a few minutes until I wonder why I can’t write like that. Then I hate myself.
Sometimes I wonder if I should feel guilty for indirectly helping the US army through work. I make models of tanks and guns and whatever else for a company that works for the US army doing simulations. I read about the atrocities that army commits and want to protest somewhere, do something, yet I just try really hard not to think about work.
And I just don’t know about moving to the snow. It seems like such a selfish thing to so, but we don’t do anything else anyway. At least we’ll be wasting our lives in a new place. But that doesn’t stop me from getting stressed about it, especially when we’re so far into the whole process and we still haven’t heard for sure if my parents can get the money we need. What will happen if we can’t go? We’ll lose all our money, and maybe our purpose as well. Hmmm.
Sometimes writing a weblog is a good way to think.