Monday, May 30, 2005
I think it's entirely possible that I have a satellite fetish.
I haven't posted here before about it, but those who know me are all TOO AWARE of the GPS program that works through my Treo 600.
Today I was at a party and played with their XM Satellite Radio for a while. You can buy one unit and it connects in your car and in your house... I really want a satellite radio for all the time I am in the car... I end up humming becuase there is just drivel on the radio.
Can I justify the cost? Of course I can, I deserve it.
I guess the question comes down to XM or SIRIUS? I listen to Stern, and would on satellite but SIRIUS seems like the ugly step-sister of the two.
July 14, 1861, Camp Clark, Washington
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days -- perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write you again, I feel impelled to write lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.
Our movement may be one of a few days duration and full of pleasure -- and it may be one of severe conflict and death to me. Not my will, but thine O God, be done. If it is necessary that I should fall on the battlefield for my country, I am ready. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans upon the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of the Revolution. And I am willing -- perfectly willing -- to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt.
But, my dear wife, when I know that with my own joys I lay down nearly all of yours, and replace them in this life with cares and sorrows -- when, after having eaten for long years the bitter fruit of orphanage myself, I must offer it as their only sustenance to my dear little children -- is it weak or dishonorable, while the banner of my purpose floats calmly and proudly in the breeze, that my unbounded love for you, my darling wife and children, should struggle in fierce, though useless, contest with my love of country?
I cannot describe to you my feelings on this calm summer night, when two thousand men are sleeping around me, many of them enjoying the last, perhaps, before that of death -- and I, suspicious that Death is creeping behind me with his fatal dart, am communing with God, my country, and thee.
I have sought most closely and diligently, and often in my breast, for a wrong motive in thus hazarding the happiness of those I loved and I could not find one. A pure love of my country and of the principles I have often advocated before the people and "the name of honor that I love more than I fear death" have called upon me, and I have obeyed.
Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistibly on with all these chains to the battlefield.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grow up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me -- perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar -- that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battlefield, it will whisper your name.
Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have oftentimes been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness, and struggle with all the misfortune of this world, to shield you and my children from harm. But I cannot. I must watch you from the spirit land and hover near you, while you buffet the storms with your precious little freight, and wait with sad patience till we meet to part no more.
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night -- amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours -- always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.
Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.
As for my little boys, they will grow as I have done, and never know a father's love and care. Little Willie is too young to remember me long, and my blue-eyed Edgar will keep my frolics with him among the dimmest memories of his childhood. Sarah, I have unlimited confidence in your maternal care and your development of their characters. Tell my two mothers his and hers I call God's blessing upon them. O Sarah, I wait for you there! Come to me, and lead thither my children.
Maj. Sullivan Ballou died in the battle of Bull Run one week later.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
-4,339 words written
-A new baby
-A new fence
-A first birthday for Paige
-A visit to Pocono Mtn paradise
-A flooded basement
-A new website
-A vacation to Maine
-A trip to North Carolina
-A new job
-A new toy
-The end of an era
-Mom turns the big ^) (I used the shift key)
-A visit from E.T. the extra terrestrial
-Another new website for Jim
-A special Valentine gift for Becky
Thanks for visiting the blog, and post a comment - it makes me feel loved.
-Your blog host, SPK
P.S. In case you wondered, the church sign posted above sign is fake, check out this site.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Monday, May 23, 2005
Shown in this image are electron microscopy images at increasing magnification of a representative structure created on a human hair.
The strokes on the letters are more than 20 times smaller than the diameter of the hair. The researchers can readily create structures with features that are more than ten times smaller, which further suggests that it may ultimately prove possible to use this technique to create functional structures directly on single cells.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
I've been meaning to write about kinja for a week or two, but my three ladies have been keeping me busy.
Over the last few months, I have been introduced to a bunch of other blogs that read on a daily basis. Read: I have a bookmark list linger then my screen can handle!
A while back I stumbled over kinja. What is it you ask? Well, I don't know much about RSS readers, but from what I understand this is a website version of a RSS reader. All I do is enter the web address of my favorite blogs (I have 16 there now) and kinja automatically updates their site with the latest postings of each of these sites. Read: My lazy ass doesn't have to *actually* click on my bookmarks anymore - I just go this this address and read my blogs.
The link below is my personal kinja address - check it out if you care - or make your own - or just read my favorite blogs.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
As the father of two perfect little girls, I am asking you to sign up for this service. It is a service that sends free AMBER ALERTS to your cell phone.
All you do is enter your cell phone number and zip code and you will recieve Amber Alerts as a text message when one is activated in your area.
Imagine the power of this!!!! Who doesn't have a cell phone any more? If every person signed up for this, there would virtually be no way to kidnap a child and get away with it. Please share this post with other people and post a link to this story on your sites!
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Saturday, May 7, 2005
Fast forward to 2:33 AM Friday the 6th
"Honey", I hear Beck say - "my water just broke!"
It was like the old days of being on call for the rescue squad! I was up, dressed and standing at the door. Then it hit me - Becky's still in the bed!
"Are you gonna help me up?" She says with that adorable voice "I guess." I answered.
Fast forward to 12:30 PM
"I need an epidural, NOW!" Beck sternly says as she looks in my eyes.
"OK" I say very scared.
Fast forward to 2:50 PM
"We are so close, babe." I encourage.
"You said that 2 hours ago" Becky quipped
"OK" I say, still very scared.
Welcome to the world! Kaitlyn Olivia, 7 lbs. 13 oz, 21 1/2 ", all pictures here.
Thursday, May 5, 2005
Monday, May 2, 2005
A quote from the Yahoo! News Story about sex offenders:
"Some offenders already on the street could be ordered back to jail or be placed under GPS monitoring if they violated their probation.
Lots of other states have minimum mandatory sentences for sex crimes against children. A number of states already require some form of lifetime supervision of sex offenders, including GPS tracking, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures.
However, Florida's new law may be the first requirement of lifetime GPS monitoring for an entire group of people who commit a certain crime, the NCSL said."
How wonderful this this? Sex offenders, especially repeat offenders DESERVE ZERO RIGHTS. That includes having their unit removed, mouth stapled shut, and fed through a tube for the rest of their natural life.
I got it, why don't we pass a law that for convicted sex offenders' punishments - the family of the victim gets 20 minutes in a room all alone with them. That should solve some issues.
Hey man, as long as the punishment fits the crime, right?