I have been trying to get google maps to display my new location, but every time I import their maps into my map page the street data is all mixed up and I cannot get the right location. If I use their own interface, they can map my new address just beautifully.
I uploaded a photoset to flickr with some pictures of my new appartment and the process of putting it together.
I made a montrose trip on monday to stock up on groceries and supplies. I got all the way down there before I realized my wallet was still in Ouray. End result? The fridge is still completely empty.
Starting sometime next week, I will be moving into an appartment off of 6th street. Get the exact location and come visit me.
This is for all of my friends who still wonder why I insist on running linux.
One. When I select a preference, it stays that way. My computer does not decide that I made a bad choice and put an old preference back. From my windows land exposure, I do not think I could tell you how many times I have right clicked on the taskbar, gone to the toolbar menu and unchecked the language bar, only to have it come back the next time I logged on. There is a way to permanently remove the language bar but who writes this kind of software anyhow?
Two. When I take an image from my digital camera, open it in the gimp, add a couple of layers and filters, and save as an xcf file, the result is large, but not unbearably so. The same operation in photoshp results in a psd file over ten times as large. Who writes this software?
Seconds after posting my last blog entry, my EMS pager went off. I proceded to visit two accident scenes.
The first was an accident on Red Mountain Pass in which the vehicle decended over 500 feet down an avalanche chute and landed in a river. The driver walked away with nothing worse than a (self professed) injured pride.
The second was at a construction site where a worker fell off a ladder (approximatly 1/35th the distance). Although I have not heard the hospital’s diagnosis, I suspect he probably broke his back and certainly cut and bruised up lots more of his body.
My question is this. How is it that one man can drive off a 500′ cliff into a river and walk away, but another has mud on his boots and slips off a ladder and sustains major injuries? For that matter, why did man #1 even live at all?
Unrelated to that thought, but on a similar topic; yesterday marked the first time I respneded to an emergency scene as a medic instead of as an ambulance driver. I did not need to do much more than help with the logistics of moving people around and holding cervical spine immobilization, but I still got to see a scene from a different perspective than I have been using for the past year.
In the last few weeks, I have intercepted plenty of people discussing the pros and cons of having Christmas on a sunday. The last time it happened this way was 11 years ago and I was too young to really notice what church was like that day.
This year, I noticed, and I liked what I saw. Christmas is a time to celebrate and remember Jesus birth. What better way to do that then to gather together as a family. Most families in this country go to great lengths to get together over the hollidays. Why should we as a church (the family of God) not make the extra effort to gather together on Christmas to celebrate?
On Christmas Eve, people piled into church, many of them for the only time this year. I am not quite sure why this happens, but it does. I like the procedure; it is a great chance to share with the world what Christmas is all about.
On Christmas Day, only the people who really cared about being a member of Gods family bothered to come to church. It was more intimate setting than usual and the joy that was shared will be stick in my memory for years to come.
I think christmas should always be on a sunday — or at least we should always gather as a family on christmas, whatever day of the week it is.
It is my personal opinion that whenever a blog has gone stale for a while, it is a good idea to bring it back with a bang. So here it is. I am writting to yell at my blog because I’m tired of hearing myself yell at myself and there is nobody else handy to yell at.
Six am was well before my alarm this morning, but I felt (first mistake) well enough rested to get up and tackle some busy work in hopes of having a fun project to work on later in the day.
<power button>
<click, bang, stcratch (repeat)>
The sounds of a dying hard drive are always a nice morning greeting.
<sarcasm alert>
I decided it would be prudent to make an imidiate backup of everything on the disk, most of which was well enough backed up anyway, but there were a few sets of pictures from recent trips that had not been sorted and put in my svn repository yet.
<insert really bad mistake where I delete piles of files>
Grrrr. So I decided that this was the wrong way to get the morning started and that I should go chill out and come back and start over. I decided to go for a quick hike on a favorite trail a mile or so out of town. There is where I add insult to injury. I got a speeding ticket for 10-19 over just at the edge of town. My first citation ever. Fully deserved. 4 points.
<Rewind>
Oh how I wish life had a rewind button! On the bright side, I have not yet smashed my finger in a door.
To the river I am going, bringing sins I cannot bear;
Come and cleanse me, come forgive me; Lord, I need to meet you there.
In these waters, healing mercy, flows with freedom from despair;
I am going to that river, Lord, I need to meet You there.
Precious Jesus, I am ready, to surrender ev’ry care;
Take my hand now, lead me closer;
Lord, I need to meet You there.
Come and join us in the river;
Come find life beyond compare;
He is calling, He is waiting; Jesus longs to meet you there.
He is calling, He is waiting; Jesus longs to meet you there.
I am to be baptised this comming Sunday. I think that song is a great picture.
Today marks a new milestone for me. I just deposited my first check that had medicare witholdings taken out of it.
Updated: Very mysteriously after making this post, a mirky green substance began oozing out of the server that houses my blog database, completly ruining a SCSI disk array imediatly below it. I didn’t know sarcasm was that sticky!
Walmart is not my favorite place to hang out. I prefer to make my once-a-month shopping visits at about 2 in the morning because there is nobody in the way and the re-stocking crew knows exactly where everything is. Due to circumstances beond my control (getting a jeep worked on at a neighboring dealership, I had to had to hang out there for a while yesterday afternoon.
Since Mothers Day is tomorrow I decided that I should look for a card for my mom. A walk by the card isle quickly made me decide that it was too crowded and I should come back later. Two subsequent walk-bys made me think I might not get a chance to pick out a card at all. Upon my fourth visit I hung around long enough to realize that I was missing out on some great people watching.
There isn’t much funnier than watching guys trying desperatly to find a card for their moms. Enter some woman on the scene and one of them will get up enough spunk to ask for suggestions, and I had to move to the next isle so people wouldn’t notice me laughing.
My own search was not very fruitfull. In the end I decided to make one myself becaues the only ones availible seemed to be for people who couldn’t actually think of anything nice to say.