Memento Mori

I really, really don't get along well with stairs. Run up them I can - if I lean forward. Run down them I dare not. My depth perception is not good.

Still, even going up, sometimes I feel like I'm falling backwards, and then something stops me.

I think my guardian angel stays busy.

I'm catching up on Truman's audio. It's taken half an hour to upload them so far so I can edit them and they're still not done.

It has been deliciously cool here today. Dan had all the doors and windows open until I got actually cold around lunchtime and started shutting them. Still feels really nice. According to Dashboard it is 74 out. I can dig that.

I did a couple hours of herb keywords this morning. I'm on page 4 of 4 in the product editor, so I'm almost done. But only with keywords. The herb projects never end. Blah. I also created a lattice in Illustrator for Dan in oh, five minutes. He had already invested waaaaaaaaaaay too much time trying to make some texture in Fireworks work. Silly boy.

ANYWAY... picture time, picture time!

First of all, an ( update on the green potted things. )

Second of all, an ( update on the sweater I started yesterday. )

So... this has been my day. How are you?

And I'm hungry.
Anyway, so has been my day.

First of all, my poll of yesterday.

Ken Grant, the artist whose site this is for, wanted a new collage for his homepage. He sent over four images.

Jael, naturally, is very taken with the hot dude in the fedora image and decides to make it the largest. As in A.

Ken Grant calls back and says he doesn't want the hot dude in the fedora bigger than the image with the chair.

Jael thinks this is travesty and grumbles and complains her way through version B.

Ken Grant calls back and says the scary mutant-faced dude is now too SMALL.

Jael pouts and whines her way through version C.

Ken Grant approves.

That is all.

I still say A was best. At least *most* of my friends agreed with me. *shifty eyes at a cricket*

Anyway, enough of that.

We are doing our last-minute packing - well, Dan is, and I'm typing. He has to make a quick run to Radio Shack and the bank at 9 and be back by ten so we can walk down to catch the bus at 10.15. I'm feeling more excited about going by this point. It will be fun to see ze folks.

Dan said he might get bored and that if it was a STAR TREK convention it might be more interesting.

Jael remembered that Bill once said, "Now, if they were having a STAR WARS convention here, it might be more interesting."

Dan said he liked Bill already.

Jael said Bill wouldn't be there. Which is sad.

I'm still sneezing. I blame my husband. I never sneezed or had runny nose until I married him.

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^^What in the name of little green kiwis?

This evening it is very warm. It was 70 earlier today. We were out and about all morning on the trail of the Elusive Elections Office. The husband didn't get his ballot mailed to him, so he went to the Multnomah Co. office to ask what the deal was, and they said that now that he's in Clackamas Co., he had to go to their office. So we went meandering down to the address the lady gave us and a sign on the door of the [very ghetto] building proclaimed that... the office had re-located. Joy. So we had to find that place. I think I counted about five or six Ron Paul yard signs while out. In fact, I saw more Ron Paul signs than Hillary... or even Obama, I think. This amused me. The best part is there is not a single McCain sign to be seen. Anywhere.

So we finally arrived at the right place and we sat to wait while they processed the information and Dan said, "Are you sure you don't want to register to vote? You could vote for Ron Paul, too!"

I kid you not, right at that moment I saw a sign on the wall stating that it was Against the Law to co-erce or influence anyone else's vote. I pointed this out to him, much amused.

I'm still just not ready to deal with this whole voting thing. The husband - and everyone else - just needs to deal with that and chill.

We finally got home and had lunch. Burritos. I vas schtarvink. When we were done, I was very full. In fact, I am still very full nine hours later.

Then we both buckled down to work. I met my goal of two hours that I made yesterday. Tomorrow my goal is to just finish the herbs keywords. There aren't that many left. One of the products had a LONG writeup and oh maaaaaan this guy can't write to save his life. The sentence structure was just out of this world. I could barely make sense of it, but I think I fixed it. You would have had to see it to believe it.

Then we went to Bible study in the evening and that was good. Pastor Paul got asked a question about the difference in wording between his translation and this other guy's, and it was really refreshing to hear Pastor just come out and clarify what the word of God really is. The Bible IS the Word of God, but it is not the words of God. The apostles and prophets didn't take dictation. This is obvious because of the varying writing styles of the different authors that is still really obvious even thousands of years and hundreds of translations later. The Holy Spirit moved them, and they wrote what He revealed to them, but in their own words. Therefore... no one translation is THE one. It's all from the same source, and people are constantly going back and refining the translation work, learning more about Hebrew and Greek thought and what was really meant by the texts we have. The King James Bible, beautiful as it is, is not the one and only Bible. It has translation errors. Probably every Bible does. But the beauty is that no matter how faulty the translation, its divine origin cannot be disputed by anyone who studies it thoroughly.

Pastor also pointed out that if the KJV was The Only True Bible... what about the fact that the Spanish-speaking countries have no King James Version? Or the French people? Their translations are no less worthy just because they're not written in Shakespeare's English.

That wasn't even his topic for the night, but it was a really profitable diversion and it was good to discuss it and hear him, as a pastor, be honest and open and non-combattive about it.

So now it's warm. It's warm enough that I can smell the cat pee in the corners. Dan and I are praying about what to do when my lease is up in August. Please join and pray with us that God will show us where to go or whether we should stay here. We have some ideas, but we're not wanting to step out of His will.

And LOLcats rule. FUZZY FURRY THINGS WITH EARS THAT GO MEW. i want.