Well, I talked to my brother briefly this afternoon (about 1:30), and he’s helping to cook over where he’s rooming right now. I don’t know if we’re going to get together today, or not, but at least we got a chance to gab for a bit. We’ll see where the day takes us, but I doubt anything will happen at this point. I do know that he’s getting fed and chilling out today, so that’s a good thing. If I don’t hear from him in an hour or two, I’ll chow down solo. [update, 5:07pm – He just called and said he wasn’t going to make it. That’s all well and good, but I missed out on getting together at Danny’s due to my sense of family and obligation to him. It’s too bad that I can’t get together with Dan today, but perhaps sometime this weekend will work out. ]

So far, being on call today has been slow, just a habitual this morning. (I was wondering if there’d be a rash of kids taking off with the force of holiday/family friction.)

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“I know I’ve seen the hymn in a hymnal at a very odd little church on Lincoln Road in Miami Beach (it’s hard to describe just how odd it is that there’s a church there at all – it’s as if they transplanted a miniature Spanish Mission into a largely-gay international shopping mall)… I can’t remember if it had music or not, but I may have to drive the hour and a half to find out. ” – via Barbelith

The Hymn in Question?

#90 God of Concrete
[Frederick R.C. Clarke and Richard Granville Jones]
[from The Hymn Book of the Anglican Church of Canada and the United Church of Canada (1971 edition)]

God of concrete, God of steel,
God of piston and of wheel,
God of pylon, God of steam,
God of girder and of beam,
God of atom, God of mine:
all the world of power is thine.

Lord of cable, Lord of rail,
Lord of freeway and of mail,
Lord of rocket and of flight,
Lord of soaring satellite,
Lord of lightning’s flashing line:
all the world of speed is thine.

Lord of science, Lord of art,
Lord of map and graph and chart,
Lord of physics and research,
Word of Bible, Faith of church,
Lord of sequence and design:
all the world of truth is thine.

God whose glory fills the earth,
gave the universe its birth,
loosed the Christ with Easter’s might,
saves the world from evil’s blight,
claims us all by grace divine:
all the world of love is thine.

Man, that’s great. I would really like to hear a chorus of people singing that… Somehow, picturing a congregation wearing choir robes, Green Lantern rings and hard hats is wayyy too nifty to me.

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William S. Burroughs – A Thanksgiving Prayer (mp3 format) (The snarky side of things.)

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Nifty Cams all over the planet.

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Thanksgiving is a wonderful time. It’s been all been said before, but it bears repeating.

I feel that it exists as one last chance to dwell in an introspective, love-filled space before the rampant commercialism of Christmas turn us all into mall-dwelling spend-monkeys. That span until Christmas actually arrives can be so crass… I think that breaking through that month-long barrier of frenzy and stress once Christmas finally comes around makes the arrival that much more festive and sacred. Thanksgiving is the last deep breath before diving in, it seems.

I am thankful for so much this year, and for the last few years now. I’ve learned to be more appreciative, and I think that I have more to appreciate now than in years past. I’m thankful for about every synaptic impulse that hits my noggin through the day. From Newt nuzzling me awake to play first thing of the day to the last letter of text read (on the net or on paper), before I prepare for sleep.

I just feel so lucky to have consciousness. I’m awake. (A lot of the universe isn’t nearly that fortunate.) When I add in the love, joy, adventure and creative outlets in my life. I just have to pinch myself.

I’m thankful for having all sorts of love in my life, from my sweetheart, to Newt, to friendships… those that have been steady for ages, some that have been recovered recently after a wide gap, and those that started only this year, but have the potential to last well into the future. I’m thankful for a vocation that uses what knowledge and abilities I have to make a difference in the world, and help people. I’m thankful that I’ve got a roof over my head, a cupboard full of food, a desire and ability to continue to grow as a person. I’m thankful for all the people that have read my journal and introduced themselves to me. I’ve met *hundreds* of folks over time with this thing, and I feel that I’ve learned something good from every one of them. Thank you for being a part of my blessed life.

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Getting together with the bro today, if all goes well. I’m on call so I can’t do much traveling (no more than 20 minutes from the net to place calls… I wonder if it will be crazy busy or totally quiet? There wasn’t a single call last night.)

I’m wondering what we’ll have. We could call the Downtown Pizzeria(they still use the ¢ sign on the menu), and get just about anything. when I worked the graveyard shift at IMT, I was so happy that they delivered until 4am, and that they had a huge selection…. I don’t see the bro picking anything up on the way over. If for some reason he decides not to make it, I’ll hold off, and fix something here out of what I’ve got in the cupboard.

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Dan’s D20 / D&D fantasy game went well, he had a decent time, and the rest seemed to have a blast. Apparently strategy and tactics aren’t their strong suit, but they enjoyed it, and that’s really what counts. From what I hear, the GM has a lot of good potential and the players will adapt quickly enough. They fought a gelatinous cube and some sort of roof-gripping tentacled horror. (The name escapes me. I’ll have to ask Danny what that was again.) Apparently they were smacked around pretty thoroughly, but nobody kicked the bucket, which works well enough. There were a lot of critical failures… the paladin rolled a 1, and fumbled into the cube headlong, and they’re stuck having to draw him back out again… and the Mage botched a roll on magic missile, shooting a fighter-type rather than the aforementioned wriggly roof-monster.

Dan’s still got an aversion to dice that have more or less than six sides and maps on squares rather than hexes, but I think that he realizes that the play is the thing. I imagine that once he gets the full gist of the rules, he’ll enjoy it all the more. He’s talking about running a game next year at the school (he’s got no time or inclination this year) but I have serious doubts if he’s got any kind of time.

I wonder what Gelatinous Cubes would look like if D&D maps were originally drawn on hex paper? probably still cube shaped, because they sweep hallways and the like. The cool thing about gelatinous cubes is that it neither digests nor excretes metal, giving an adventurers a reason to kill it and scoop coins from its corpse. It’s like some sort of living, deadly, mall fountain.

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Many E-book sources in one place. Handy!

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Toshiba’s new e805 Pocket PC – sporting a large 640×480 resolution display (the first to turn up in a Pocket PC), 160MB of memory, a 400MHz processor, and built-in WiFi.

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Art & Architecture is the Courtauld Gallery’s online visual resource – some 40,000 images covering, as the name suggests, the visual arts. Sample galleries include Destroyed: ten buildings which no longer exist.. There’s lots to browse here.

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This looks pretty nice – a $200 PC with Linux. I may get one. I wonder if Lycoris is a decent server OS, since it seems to be sold as a desktop system.

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Show and tell music has all kinds of great retro album covers.

One that stands out as rather twisted is Tortura. Don’t forget to download the jazzy MP3.

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Thanksgiving is a wonderful time. It’s been all been said before, but it bears repeating.

I feel that it exists as one last chance to dwell in an introspective, love-filled space before the rampant commercialism of Christmas turn us all into mall-dwelling spend-monkeys. That span until Christmas actually arrives can be so crass… I think that breaking through that month-long barrier of frenzy and stress once Christmas finally comes around makes the arrival that much more festive and sacred. Thanksgiving is the last deep breath before diving in, it seems.

I am thankful for so much this year, and for the last few years now. I’ve learned to be more appreciative, and I think that I have more to appreciate now than in years past. I’m thankful for about every synaptic impulse that hits my noggin through the day. From Newt nuzzling me awake to play first thing of the day to the last letter of text read (on the net or on paper), before I prepare for sleep.

I just feel so lucky to have consciousness. I’m awake. (A lot of the universe isn’t nearly that fortunate.) When I add in the love, joy, adventure and creative outlets in my life. I just have to pinch myself.

I’m thankful for having all sorts of love in my life, from my sweetheart, to Newt, to friendships… those that have been steady for ages, some that have been recovered recently after a wide gap, and those that started only this year, but have the potential to last well into the future. I’m thankful for a vocation that uses what knowledge and abilities I have to make a difference in the world, and help people. I’m thankful that I’ve got a roof over my head, a cupboard full of food, a desire and ability to continue to grow as a person. I’m thankful for all the people that have read my journal and introduced themselves to me. I’ve met *hundreds* of folks over time with this thing, and I feel that I’ve learned something good from every one of them. Thank you for being a part of my blessed life.

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Getting together with the bro today, if all goes well. I’m on call so I can’t do much traveling (no more than 20 minutes from the net to place calls… I wonder if it will be crazy busy or totally quiet? There wasn’t a single call last night.)

I’m wondering what we’ll have. We could call the Downtown Pizzeria(they still use the ¢ sign on the menu), and get just about anything. when I worked the graveyard shift at IMT, I was so happy that they delivered until 4am, and that they had a huge selection…. I don’t see the bro picking anything up on the way over. If for some reason he decides not to make it, I’ll hold off, and fix something here out of what I’ve got in the cupboard.

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Dan’s D20 / D&D fantasy game went well, he had a decent time, and the rest seemed to have a blast. Apparently strategy and tactics aren’t their strong suit, but they enjoyed it, and that’s really what counts. From what I hear, the GM has a lot of good potential and the players will adapt quickly enough. They fought a gelatinous cube and some sort of roof-gripping tentacled horror. (The name escapes me. I’ll have to ask Danny what that was again.) Apparently they were smacked around pretty thoroughly, but nobody kicked the bucket, which works well enough. There were a lot of critical failures… the paladin rolled a 1, and fumbled into the cube headlong, and they’re stuck having to draw him back out again… and the Mage botched a roll on magic missile, shooting a fighter-type rather than the aforementioned wriggly roof-monster.

Dan’s still got an aversion to dice that have more or less than six sides and maps on squares rather than hexes, but I think that he realizes that the play is the thing. I imagine that once he gets the full gist of the rules, he’ll enjoy it all the more. He’s talking about running a game next year at the school (he’s got no time or inclination this year) but I have serious doubts if he’s got any kind of time.

I wonder what Gelatinous Cubes would look like if D&D maps were originally drawn on hex paper? probably still cube shaped, because they sweep hallways and the like. The cool thing about gelatinous cubes is that it neither digests nor excretes metal, giving an adventurers a reason to kill it and scoop coins from its corpse. It’s like some sort of living, deadly, mall fountain.

---

Many E-book sources in one place. Handy!

---

Toshiba’s new e805 Pocket PC – sporting a large 640×480 resolution display (the first to turn up in a Pocket PC), 160MB of memory, a 400MHz processor, and built-in WiFi.

---

Art & Architecture is the Courtauld Gallery’s online visual resource – some 40,000 images covering, as the name suggests, the visual arts. Sample galleries include Destroyed: ten buildings which no longer exist.. There’s lots to browse here.

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This looks pretty nice – a $200 PC with Linux. I may get one. I wonder if Lycoris is a decent server OS, since it seems to be sold as a desktop system.

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Show and tell music has all kinds of great retro album covers.

One that stands out as rather twisted is Tortura. Don’t forget to download the jazzy MP3.