September 9, 2016

  • Juggling in September

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    Here I am with my Pulchritudinous Better Half (hereafter PBH).

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    We spend time at the local grocery store  in the summers, juggling and riding unicycles in the parking lot.  It is a good life, to be agents of God. We all must  live in humble obedience to Him.  The more money you  spend, the more careful you have to be to be a good steward.

     

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    Here we are at the park.  Mamma reads. We play baduk, ride unicycles, and juggle. This day, My Flagship and I performed juggling at a rock concert that was at the amphitheater of the park.

August 28, 2016

  • Robertson Millpond Preserve

    Dear Folks,                                                                                                                                                                                                       2016 August 28th

    Living in the Raleigh area is a delight and joy.  There is a lot to do, and we meet some kind and interesting people here, each made in the image of God.

    Our selected Bible Quote of the Day (hereafter BQD) is Romans 8:28, which is perhaps the theological center of the Bible, if you can accept Romans, a thoroughly didactic genre, being the theological center of the Bible, and then viewing chapter eight as the center of Romans. Verse 8 stands out as the dominant verse of chapter eight.

    "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28 (Authorized Version)

    Two of my boys and I went on a quest the other day, to Robertson Millpond Preserve. We went to ride through the shaded millpond.  Mature Pond Cypress and maybe some Bald Cypress fill the pond.  The 200-year-old dam is still intact, a testament to the quality of construction back then. Many Germans settled North Carolina.  (We even very, very nearly selected German as our national language at the beginning of this old nation.)  Germans were well-known for their high quality craftsmanship.  Some elegant rock churches are still standing, without a daub of mortar.

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    Here we have My Little General and My Clever Lad atop Van-Gogh, our trusty vehicle.IMG_0456

    Here, we have my Little General playing baduk with My Clever Lad.

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    Here we have My Little General, Father (AKA "Padooker"), and My Clever Lad together after our paddling trip through the cypress pond.

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    My Little General and Father in a deluxe Kayaker Selfie.

     

     

     

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    My Clever Lad looking back over his shoulder to our starting point at the dock.  The millpond becomes more thick with trees farther on in our cruise.  At many points, the water trail becomes so narrow that you cannot get your paddle between the trees without angling it.  In other words, it is just about the same width as your boat.  Plus, if you look off to the side of the trail, the trees are so close, you  could not get your kayak between them.

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    Looking over the shoulders of My Little General, we get a rear view of My Clever Lad plowing through the waters on his own power.

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    We see My Clever Lad forging ahead on his own up another channel off our starboard gunnels.

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    I had to take a few photos straight up towards the treetops and the beautiful blue sky above.  This beats paddling during the day at Beaverdam Lake, for you are nearly always in some shade.  It is much cooler than being out in the hot, August sun.

    Love, Padooker

     

July 3, 2016

  • Kayaking

    Dear Folks,

    We have recently taking on a new hobby, kayaking on a nearby lake.  I will upload photos some day to show us in this activity.

    Sincerely, Padooker

     

September 28, 2015

  • Settling in to our New Home

    Dear Folks,

    My two younger boys and I are sitting out on the veranda.  They are doing some math it seems.  I aim to record some recent events.  We took a trip yesterday and the day before, to Satterwhite Point on Kerr Reservoir.  The two younger boys wanted to go; whereas, the three older offspring preferred to stay home and study for their computer courses at the local community college.  It is great that they can get college credit for zero tuition (up to sixty hours total over two years), while they are still in high school.  Homeschoolers around here take good advantage of this system . . . just one more way they are leaving their brick-and-mortar school "peers" in the dust.

    We have got to find a way to persuade and coax the homeschoolers to share some of their dazzling ingenuity with the poor people in public schools.  My four older children teach at the local middle school.  This is good for the students, and very good for my children.  I will explain more about that later.
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    Here we are together, My Little General on the left, me in the center, and My Clever Lad on the Right.  A Camping Trip with our Jesus Seeking Home Schooling Association 
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    Here we have Home Schoolers gathered around a table at night, playing a hearty round of "Apples to Apples."  IMG_2693
    Here we are in our tent.  It kept the rain off of us well. We were cozy, warm and dry. IMG_2680
    Here we have an unconfirmed sighting of Bigfoot.

     

June 28, 2015

  • Moving to the Countryside

    Dear Folks,  

        We have bought the farm, and are in the process of moving out of town, to a more bucolic setting, where we can raise chickens, rabbits, and fish, maybe even some goats and alpacas.  I have two neighbors who have offered to lend me a trailer.  I do all my trailer hitch trading with Raleigh Hitch.   If I buy a trailer, I will need to use Rigsbee's Trailers down in Knightdale.  They take trailers very seriously, so they are the go-to guys in this area if you are serious about getting yourself a good, sturdy trailer which will last you until kingdom come.  I have my eye on a robust 6 x 10 foot utility trailer that they say they will let go for 1225 smackers. 
     

        I got some help with one load yesterday from our piano teacher.  He was kind to drop by and help with his family of five, though it took a little longer doing it that way.  They could only carry a few things in the back of their car.  They strongly recommended we rent a truck.  They got a 27-footer, they said, for three days at under two hundred smackers, which is a very good deal indeed.  The problem is that they used coupons which you get from the Post Office, and they scheduled it at least a week in advance.

    As Jordan (13) pointed out, the Long Yang Family does everything at the last minute, and then with great vim and verve.  Nothing gets planned.  We just all pitch in and work together with great energy, and hyper rapidly, at warp speed.  It is something to watch, and words fail me when I try to express the privilege I feel from Jesus, the basis of all truth, to be their father and witness their growth.  They are an amazing team, each filling each other's gaps by the endowment of the loving power of the Holy Spirit, which is the sole means of building such teamwork potential that carries into eternity.

    And, you see teams of non-believers who are able to work efficiently for a short time, say to win an Olympic medal in some team sport.  However, their bonds do not last, but fall away like scales, flakes of rebellious hearts. 

         With our piano teacher's family, the efficiency of moving was not important at all vis-a-vis the communion of the saints, wherein we shared a little time in love together.  I enjoyed discussions with our piano teacher about the best way to carry an aquarium.  He is all about maximizing space, and I found it interesting to see the energy with which he tackled this problem, vis-a-vis the casual aplomb with which we theretofore had always just heaved and tied (tossed various cumbersome items of furniture atop our trusty vehicle, Van Gogh, tied them in place with 3/8ths inch nylon rope and took off.  

       About fifteen years ago, my younger brother, Jim, suggested I run for office.  A few days ago, my older sister, Carol, said that I should become a politician, suggesting that it is not enough for me to merely advocate certain things, such as the avoidance of institutionalized theft, undergirding the immoral fundament of our public school system.  I am not interested in "going into politics."

    If I am to do that, then I should get practice in collecting accolades for various ventures and comments.  I should always be sure to get photos whenever I am at a community benefit lunch (not that I have ever been to such an event, nor would ever consider such).  Hence, my confidence that I shall not be running for office any time soon.

         I firmly believe it is more difficult, but more effective and lasting to change culture, one person at a time, pointing towards the truth in Jesus.

    I have greater effect walking with Jesus, loving others while agreeing that sin is always sin, and no matter what type of sin, has the same effect as all sin, which when unrepentant brings judgment from God. We do not want that, now do we? I mean who really thinks he needs an extra helping of judgment from God? Nobody I have ever met. We will all bow the knee to Him when He comes again in Glory and wipes out huge percentages of the population of the earth in preparation for a new heaven and new earth, a very good thing indeed.  

         One family member (who prefers to remain anonymous) just now interjected, "We are all about maximizing the efficient use of time."  I agree; that could characterize our family well. Each member knows we are here but a fleeting time on this earth, and it does not pay to walk anyway but with the Lord, moral architect of the universe.  

         We had best get ready to go to church.  We will need to put the seats back in Van Gogh. 


    Love, Padooker
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June 3, 2015

  • Camping at a Lodge

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    We went on a camping trip this past weekend. It was the first time for my two younger ones to stay away from home.  We stayed at a lodge on a lake nearby.  It was a good deal, as it cost us 50 dollars for the group of 36 people, 10 fathers and some of their sons.  People here have more than the average number of children, as this is in the heart of the Bible Belt.  The local seminary also increases the average.  My tally of five is not really so much.  Unless the other seminarian is recently married, odds are he has four or more offspring.

    I don't get a sense it is a competitive thing, where they each strive to get more children than the other fellow.  Rather, it seems more like a form of service they see as a duty.  That, and practically speaking, they do not actually have much else to do as they do not go out and drink or cut up.  Nobody cheats on anybody so their relationships are oddly stable (odd in comparison with the culture at large).  Other than educating their children, they pretty much study and work all the time; this school does not accept government backed student loans so most people graduate debt-free.

March 13, 2015

  • Moving

    Dear Folks,

    It looks like we will be moving soon, the Good Lord willing and the creeks don't rise. My wife finally agreed to sell our home and look for a place without onerous restrictions, where we could be more productive:
    * apiculture
    * goats and cheese
    * rabbits (Flemmish for meat, angora for fur)
    * build tiny houses (on wheels) to rent to seminary students
    * aquaponics
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    We have been living in an HOA subdivision in Wake Forest, NC, since June of 2011. That period was hard on us, with all of the restrictions. Given that we had no debt, our home represented a colossal non-performing asset. It is not so bad when you have a mortgage because your equity in the home is not a very big percentage of your total assets. Not so with us. We must maximize the utility of our resources, as God's stewards.
    It has been over four years since I have had any income generating activity. I have been a part time student at the local seminary during that time, and yes, I can see how I have picked up some valuable information and skills, which should be useful to virtually every direct income-producing venture of mine in the future . . . provided the Holy Spirit has such activity in mind for me.

October 11, 2014

  • Golfing Together

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    We went to play golf today.  Mother went with us.  My Flagship, now 16, was feeling weak to his heart.  I felt his pulse and it was steady and slow.  Still, he complains about his heart so I will get him to a doctor.

    Here I am hitting the fan, while whacking golf balls today.

    I will include some more photos of our 나들이 outing.  My Dandelion and My Clever Lad
    My Clever Lad and My Dandelion after golfing

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    Love, Padooker

     

September 14, 2014

  • Before the Fall

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    Playmaker's Theater:
    Here I am performing the classic Fig Newton Pose in front of Playmaker's Theater in Chapel Hill, where I went to undergraduate school.  I took one course in drama, Drama 35, entitled "Beginning Acting for Non-majors."  It was great.  We took a trip there a month or so ago. This was our first trip to Chapel Hill since we moved to North Raleigh three years ago.  I miss my time there as a student, even though I got bored with most of the classes, and could not find an interesting major to do.  I was probably too much into training as a middle distance runner to be interested in formal schooling.  Plus, they did not have a theology major at that time, and that was overwhelmingly my dominant academic interest:  Theology, Queen of the Sciences.

    From Got Questions Dot Org, we leave you with the following quote:

    Although the scholastic standard has changed in our world, a Christian’s belief in biblical inerrancy supports theology as “queen.” The Bible warns us to avoid “the opposing ideas of what is falsely called knowledge” (1 Timothy 6:20). Rather, we should strive to “correctly handle the word of truth” (2 Timothy 2:15). Theology truly is the starting place for learning. “The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge” (Proverbs 1:7).

    Our Sunday school teacher today asked us whether we had had the experience of receiving a thought which we knew did not originate with us.  He gave an example of doing counseling and you have a question come to you to pose to a troubled person; it is the perfect question to ask in that context, turning him to God and away from himself; and you are darned sure you have never thought of it before.

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    His wife, sitting on the second row, chimed in, "But how do you know you have not heard of this thought before?  You have been reading Scripture daily for decades, and you might well have read this in the Bible and forgotten it."  He seemed to acknowledge that she had a point, not that he snapped his fingers and pointed to her with his index fingers, saying, "Good point, Sally!"  Rather, he said that this was a serious concern, "How can we know that God told us to do something?   As soon as somebody says, 'God told me to.', that is the end of the conversation. There is nothing more you can say."

    Heat in the Kitchen:
    I have read where people accuse others of being homophobic or racist, and after hearing this quite a few times, it occurred to me that this accusation does not really contribute anything to the end of engaging another person in honest conversation.  Given that there was usually no plausible evidence in the reported conversations I had read that the accused possessed any convincing preponderance of the qualities normally associated with a homophobic or a racist person, it thereby seemed clear that the accuser was not truly interested in discovering truth in a fair interchange with an "authentic other" (Think "Buberesque I/Thou quality of respect") so much as he had evidently begun to feel that his argument was not so water tight as he had initially perhaps assumed.  It seemed he had gotten in over his head, and now had two dominant goals:  1) to end the conversation as soon as he could, and 2) to retain a sense of self-respect, using an ad hominem attack to deftly deflect the focus of attention away from himself.

    Out of the Blue:
    I have had the feeling that a thought came to me utterly out of the blue.  I remember getting these thoughts when struggling with the task of coming up with a new pattern in juggling (team club passing) choreography.  I sat with my buddy, Tom, and we would churn our puzzlers (brains) to devise a solution to a problem in our passing routine we were working on creating, such as how to make a smooth, elegant transition from one pattern to another, or how to make a whole new pattern work.  Occasionally, we would have to leave it alone and then a solution would come to me while I was doing something else, running, biking, walking down the streets of Boone, NC, or even while sleeping!   It was a splendid feeling, as though I were part of something greater than I.

    Statecraft:
    I have also had the same feeling when I was working on the creation of a game, Statecraft.  That took four or five years, and over the course of that time, my inspiration would come and go.  When it came, it was eerie how much it felt that I was just a vessel through which the Holy Spirit worked in the act of creation.  That was some of the toughest thinking I have ever had to do, and I would puzzle over certain apparently unsolvable problems for so long that it finally seemed as if the problem were lifted from me, and thereafter I was but a passive, engaged witness to the continued process of the solution discovery.

    Grass and the Good Neighbor:
    I cut some of my neighbor's grass today, after we got home from church.  It had gotten pretty tall, over a foot, and I think he may be in jail; I saw a host of police cars lined up outside his house a couple of years ago, and he has been gone pretty much since then.  They were hauling plants out of the house which looked remarkably similar to photos I have seen of marijuana.  As a mere passerby, I paused to ask one federal agent if that was marijuana they were taking out of the house, and he said, "I can't say it is and I can't say it is not."   It took that to be a Yes.

    One Third:
    The real question is whether this plant, cannabis, was around in its current form before the Fall, or whether it acquired it current intoxicating constitution after the Fall.  In an article in Business Week from along about 2003 a Harvard economist stated that one third of prisoners in U.S. men's prisons were there for minor marijuana possession charges.  He said they learned helplessness and other bad traits while in prison and when they came out, this made them far less likely to contribute positively to the economy, while making them far more likely to commit a crime which would return them to prison.

    Radical Cultural Incommensurability: 
    Prison culture, as I understand it, is rather different from the external culture at large.  I am not a full believer in the crowing of anthropology which avers that all actions of a certain culture are moral with respect to that culture.  Rather, I believe there is a greater morality, transcending cultural barriers, and from that, we can make judgments, saying certain cultural practices reflect a lower moral awareness. I would rank headhunting, live wife burning (when the chief dies, in tribes of India) and clitoradectomy among this sort.

    Love, Nathaniel

June 6, 2013

  • First Piano Concert

    We had a concert this past Friday night.  That was six days ago, but now it feels like a very long time.  It was the culmination of a long period of practice for my three older children:  My Flagship, My Dandelion, and My Shining Knight.  This was their first piano concert.  

    I have not written on Xanga for a long time.  I would like to give some money, but do not know much about the blogosphere, how to have assurance that after giving money, another crisis would not transpire, where we would be asked to give more money.

    I guess that it cannot go on forever.  When interest drops, there is less interest for advertisers.  I don't know how Xanga makes money.  If it required some time, I would not mind giving some time to sustain Xanga.  Though I know only a little about computers, I would be happy to learn more.  I am in my first Java programming course now, at NCSU.  We moved from South Korea, Land of the Morning Calm, to North Carolina, near Raleigh, in April of 2011.  I have been busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest since then, adapting to the U.S. of A., helping my whole family adapt.  We are still not what you would call "adapted."   We tried home schooling my 15-year-old because he got such ill treatment at the public school for one semester.  He did OK with home schooling (following my "unlearning" method), but pressures from his mother, conflicting with my methods, have given him high anxiety.  I will put him back in the public school this coming August.  He sort of wants to go.  

    I have a math tutor for him, a pretty young coed from the local seminary where I take courses, as it were, per se.  She was an accounting major in her undergraduate experience and is a seminarian right now.  She is nice to him, though my wife and I cannot decide whether her occasional risque cleavage exposure clothing is too stimulating for our son, to focus on les mathematiques, or whether it is just the thing, to keep his focus on the topic . . . that being in the fuller consideration of his autistic disposition, which would have him concentration for 14 to 16 hours a day on one thing, insects.  If you need a Wikipedia page on insects dressed up and error free, My Flagship is your man.  If you need a highly unusual bug (big gaffe in the insect world, to call them bugs, unless of course they are "true bugs") instantly identified once it lands on your shoulder, he's your man.   Otherwise, he suffers gross impairments for skills vis-a-vis the typical child his age.  

      Well, it is not entirely like that.  He can pass clubs rather well (a form of team juggling).  But all my children will be able to do that at the age of fifteen.  It is just one more thing that comes with the territory.  He can swim well, better than I.  It takes me 22 to 24 strokes to make it across the 25 meter pool when I do backstroke.  It takes my son 13 or 14.  And it looks like he is not even trying.  He plays piano better than I ever will.  He beats the pants off me in baduk (the most challenging cognitive game, and the oldest, and the one for which the professionals have always gotten paid the most, and the one most obscure in the Western world so much so that we must seem solipsistic to God at times by this singular example).   South Koreans revere baduk professionals like we look up to rock stars in the U.S.

       But, my son is astonishingly weak in most of the basic academic areas, with math and p.e. as exceptions.   What to do, what do to. . .   It is tough to know how much pressure to put on him, hold him to standards, to avoid indulging him and making him ever more lazy, that, versus how much to give him free reign in recognition that he indeed  walks to a different drummer and recognizing that the more pressure you put on him, the more anxiety he gets, an anxiety which spills out in one way or another, rendering him less capable of functioning well in anything, and more painfully aware of his difference from the main body of people.  

    Love, Padooker