Cabbage Love
I’ve been told, “Love is not the feeling…not the warm and fuzzies. It’s the substantial stuff.” And because of this, I’ve been very guarded and cautious about instances that I “think” I love a person – be it friends, family, etc. If there were “warm and fuzzies” then I was very doubtful that it was actually love. However, it dawned on me the other night while driving (somewhere around Rochester, Indiana), that “warm and fuzzies” are okay — as long as when you peel back the “cabbage leaves” of “warm” and “fuzzy” that you find the “substantial stuff”.
Births
As I begin my chronological journey through the New Testament I am quickly greeted by the foretelling and births of John the Baptist and Jesus (found in the first two chapters of Luke). Two things stick out for me:
- Both were named not at birth, but on the eighth day when each was circumcised. Of course, both names were foretold by an angel prior to conception (and neighbors and family members even assumed John would be called Zechariah after his father), but neither name was officially assigned by the parents until the eighth day. What significance does this have? Especially in a time when the meaning of a name was of a great deal more importance than it is today. What if we took this opportunity today? What if we gave ourselves a week and a day to get to know our newborn – to find a fitting and truly meaningful name?
- It was also the tradition of the Jews to set aside the firstborn son as holy to the Lord. We see this in the case of Jesus, and I would assume is the same for John (unless being a Levite altered this – but I’m not readily finding anything supporting such an alteration). What does it mean to be set aside “holy to the Lord”? This must differ in some way from the Levites being set aside for service to the Lord. So what does this look like? And how does it play out today? As the firstborn male in my family, how is my roll (in relation to God) different from that of my siblings?
Two interesting topics that stuck out for me. Any insight?
“Change”
An email found on Facebook…
As the CEO of this organization, I have resigned myself to the fact that Barrack Obama is our President and that our taxes and government fees will increase in a BIG way. To compensate for these increases, our prices would have to increase by about 10%. But since we cannot increase our prices right now due to the dismal state of the economy, we will have to lay off sixty of our employees instead. This has really been bothering me since I believe we are family here and I didn’t know how to choose who would have to go.
So, this is what I did. I walked through our parking lots and found sixty ‘Obama’ bumper stickers on our employees’ cars and have decided these folks will be the ones to let go. I can’t think of a more fair way to approach this problem. They voted for change, I gave it to them.
I will see the rest of you at the annual company picnic!
Pi
Alright, so while I was tossing and turning last night, I wondered what the makeup of the first 100 digits of Pi was like. I.e., what percentage was each possible digit represented. I.e., how many 1’s, 2’s, etc. I’m sure this was done before, but I thought I’d give it a shot myself.
First of all, here are the first 100 digits of Pi:
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944592307816406286208998628034825342117067
And here’s the breakdown:
1 = 8%
2 = 12%
3 = 12%
4 = 10%
5 = 8%
6 = 9%
7 = 8%
8 = 12%
9 = 13%
0 = 8%
Interesting spread. I’m not sure what I was expecting. But now I’m thinking, how about the first 200 digits? So…
3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937510582097494459230781646286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647093844609550582231725354081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819
| Number | % of 1st 100 | % of 1st 200 |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 8% | 10% |
| 2 | 12% | 12% |
| 3 | 12% | 10% |
| 4 | 10% | 11% |
| 5 | 8% | 10% |
| 6 | 9% | 7.5% |
| 7 | 8% | 6% |
| 8 | 12% | 12.5% |
| 9 | 13% | 11.5% |
| 0 | 8% | 9.5% |
Okay, I think I’ll be done now.
Freedom – Or Lack Thereof
It’s only going to get worse…
Burger King Fiasco
Was interested in trying Burger King’s “Burger Shots”.
- Went through the drive-thru.
- Ordered the 6-pack Burger Shot meal with fries and a drink.
- Got a 32 oz. Dr. Pepper.
- Was barely out of the parking lot when the 32 oz. Dr. Pepper tipped over – falling into my bag of burgers and fries – emptying it’s entire contents (Dr. Pepper and ice) into the bag.
- I now have soggy burgers, fries, and a damp car.
- Went back to Burger King to clean out my car.
- Decided to try “dining in” this time.
- Ordered the exact same thing.
All-in-all the food wasn’t really that good anyway.
I guess that makes up for all the productivity of the morning.
Darn it!
LED Sheep
Seriously, every time I say, “Now I’ve seen everything,” I get corrected. Beyond the “glitz”, there stands quite a bit of talent between the shepherds and sheep dogs.
Hugs
There are all kinds of hugs, but I want to bring up a couple that I come across most often in my circles.
- The “Bro” Hug
This is where two guys grasp each others’ right hand, go in for a hug, with the left hand around the others’ back. The right hands/arms give the seeminly needed buffer zone, and it is all done with one quick, steady, “in-out” motion. - 1-Second, 2-Armed Hug
This one lasts ever-so-slightly longer than the “Bro” Hug, but involves both arms and no buffer zone. The motion is a steady “in”, 1 second pause at the most, then steady “out”. This tends to be with guys one has a closer friendship with. - 3-Second, 2-Armed Hug
This is exactly like the 1-Second version, only this one pauses for 3 seconds between the “in” and the “out”. This tends to be with guys one has an even closer friendship with. - The fourth veers off from the path of the first three. It seems to be more rare, yet more satisfying. Rare, I think because it crosses into cultural taboo land.
This hug comes in many shapes and sizes. It is noteably longer. The “pause” takes up more time than the acutal “in” and “out”. The defining characteristic about this hug, is that the partisipant(s) has/have time, and a comfort level, to relax. It’s about the destination, not the action.
Ask yourself, “When was the last hug where I felt the tension across my sholder blades melt away?” Has there been one?
Number 4 is easily my favorite, but of course, most rare. At this point in time, there’s only one person I hug like that. It’s a shame, really. I think we could all benefit from hugs like that.
On that note, I’ll leave you with this…
Weight
I’m updating my weight again. (Thank you Wii Fit!) It’s a different scale from the one I had previously been using, but it doesn’t look like I’m off by too much.