January 25, 2009

• Unfettered Communion

                                          

  Dear Folks,

  Mister Computer Fancy Pants:

  I like my computer programming class.  I have become more daring in my regular use of the computer, as well, what you might call a spin-off benefit.   For example, as you will notice above, I have moved the photo to the right a bit, not merely allowing it to stay aligned with the left margin, the way they come in.  I thought of it myself, thinking, I bet if I click on the left of this photo, and just insert a few spaces with the ole proverbial space bar with either or both of my thumbs, why that thing'd move right over.  And lo and behold it did!  Won't wonders never cease! 

  I also noticed that we can change the background color of our web pages.  Hence, I chose a light blue, to offset my pink comments galore.   Changing font size has not been a major problem for me.  I've been proficient in that, say, maybe for one year now.  I will leave it as an exercise for the reader to verify that by searching back through my web log to ascertain with greater accuracy just when I began introducing font of a variety deviating from the standard with which we are provided when we began an entry. 

   

  The Lunar New Year: 

  Today is the first day of an increasingly anachronistic 3-day holiday called Sull-Al.  The first syllable gets the stress and is like the first sound of "sully," while the second syllable is like the name "Al."   They write is like this, 설날.  With the continued rising dominance of Christianity though, the older holidays from previous cultures and nations still recognized here are fast receding, going out of fashion.  Everybody still enjoys a few days off from work and school, though increasingly more high school students actually forego the holiday and stay home to study. 

  In fact, as time goes on, more and more families eschew the tradition of visiting their relatives at the oldest surviving brother's house from the patriarchal line.  More families try to drop by the wife's side of the family, even if only for a short visit, not staying overnight, as is common for visits to the husband's extended family.  But overall, there is a continued decline in the number of families who get out at all.  My students always come back saying they did not like the visit, those who actually go, which is still over half.  They report they were bored the whole time, and did not talk with their grandparents and aunts or uncles much at all, beyond the mandatory few words of greeting.  They miss their computers and friends. 

  

  Unfettered Communion:

  I will try to get some photos from our visit to my in-laws, where we will go today.  Then, I'll come back and plug them into this web log entry to jazz it up a bit, give it some badly needed color.  I called my mother this morning.  She said she keenly feels the presence of her departed husband, my father.  She is not very lonely, and enjoys being by herself.  I understand.  When you are alone, you have unfettered communion with God.  Nothing tops that.

  We have more snow today.  And this time it really laid.  Well, to continue that thought, I might add that I was officially accepted into the ranks of my seminary, and now am registered for my first course to make a preacher.  In the abstract, to be more familiar, I would fain like to add names for my school, and my wife's school in the U.S., but I have been warned not to do that, for safety reasons, so no internet pervert could lust after my children and come find them in real life. 

  My wife agreed with the Xanga friend who advised us so, and hence, I use "spy-esque" aliases for my children.  My Clever Lad is beside me just now, talking about some "metal gun."  He has a gun in his hand, toy, but tells me, "This is not my metal gun.  Find my metal gun."  Rather uppity, no?  He's only four, and learns to command others about from his older siblings, it would seem. 

   

  COSTCO and Photos:

  Yesterday I went to COSTO and bought myself a chunk a cheese.  I bought Parmesian, two big wedgies deluxe.  They taste good with the dry red wine.  I'm listening to Crimson and Clover now, sung by Joan Jett.  She does it well, not unlike how Jimi Hendrix took Bob Dylan's All Along the Watchtower to a new level, or What's Their Name's rendition of Dylan's Knockin' on Heaven's Door. 

  I took two neighborhood urchins along with the rest of our brood, going via subway for five stops East.   I allow My Dandelion to bring a couple of female friends "on-account-a-how-come-why-for" (because) she has no sisters, what with me being somewhat stingy on the "X's" in fertilizing the beloved wife.   

  The Mom got 540 photos copied for her, from our second half of 2005.  We are a little behind on getting photos to my parents.  My father, now passed away, missed out on a bundle of precious shots, though I did send him a smattering on a semi-regular basis via e-mail, while he was still kicking.   

  Love, Padooker

  My Clever Lad boning up on the old fiddle. 

  Trivia question for the Fiddling Astute:  "Hey! Is that there one of them old Hambone Fiddles?"

   

    

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