So jason's new nickname is "fancy pants"

and i think that is quite funny. A couple little girls have really taken a liking to him, and decided that some boys should be called "cute" or by their first name. but jason is the lucky "girlies" man who is known among the 7 yr. old circle as "fancy pants!" i promise we won't let this one get old, because for once graham isn't the one being poked at.

I played laser tag today with my quad family (they are awesome) and a bunch of 10 yr. old boys! it feels good every once in a while to rest your brain and pretend you're a storm trooper.

Seven weeks from yesterday and my plane will land in a timezone 8 hours ahead and 90 degrees warmer than here.

Peace be.

"The money is there, but the workers are not."

And if you would have heard the urgency in this statement, as i did, you might have prostrated yourself and wept. most people might not realize just how much funding my company truly has, how few are actually employed, and how many are without any work among them.

He wept. and not long afterward, they went.

I love these people, and i am happy to be around them.

Peace be.

I tried to form a good and witty title, and realized that fed into the flaw that i here observe

I am venturing off into a seemingly impossible task, yet instead of calling upon and trusting in the creator of possibility i find myself still trying to make famous my own name. apparently i am not so unlike adam, the tower-builders of babel, and the teachers of the law after all. even now, as i write, i sense i might be creating for myself an idol- Me.

Perhaps the impure motives of my own self-reflection can be infused with goodness and become edifying in some sense, to some. (so i tell you anyway.)