Feb 282011
 

No injuries were reported in yesterday’s accident.

And where’s a tuna truck when you need one?

Now it’s difficult for me to fathom that 40,000 lbs. of mayonnaise could spill without anyone thinking to grab a camera, but that’s a reasonable conclusion so far, as I haven’t seen photo one of this.  If you have, let me know.

Seems a photo could offer some clarity, too.  I mean, was the mayonnaise packaged for retail?  How perfect would the wreck have had to be for so many jars to break?  Too perfect, I think.  So maybe it wasn’t packaged.  But then, what would be the point of moving so much bulk mayonnaise?  Are we talking about a tanker truck?  Wouldn’t you think mayonnaise would be put into containers at the place of manufacture?

Do you think gasoline tanker drivers make fun of mayonnaise tanker drivers?

Mayonnaise is hilarious.  Mayonnaise, mayonnaise, mayonnaise.  Mayonnaise.

 Posted by at 12:07 pm
Feb 272011
 

You’ll jinx it if you do.

My sister-in-law lives in a subdivision outside Pulaski, but is fortunate enough to own a little bit of land behind her.  We drove up and spent some time exploring and looking for fossils today.

There’s a storybook babbling brook, right at the edge of her woods.

The boys reload the squirrel feeder.

Loved this shelf fungus.

This is built around a spring.  How cool is that?

I hope you did something similarly enjoyable with your day.

 Posted by at 8:38 pm
Feb 272011
 

So goes the title of the new message series that starts at our church this morning.  It will address topics such as when Christians are hypocritical, judgmental, too political, or out of touch, and how we can be more like the Christ-followers we’re supposed to be.

(Sheesh, I certainly hope there’s no Bo Williams Sunday in this series.)

Seriously, I’m very much looking forward to it, and suspect it may generate a blog post or two.  I do struggle with what it means to be judgmental, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty terrible at being apolitical too.

I’m approaching this series quietly and humbly.

 Posted by at 6:19 am
Feb 252011
 

So I got a call I didn’t recognize on my cell today, and when I answered a recorded voice said it was a call from the Huntsville-Madison County Jail.  Intrigued, I listened further, and it told me that for a one-time charge of $9.99, I could speak for up to 20 minutes with…

…and I hung up.  I absently assumed it was a wrong number, as there’s just insufficient commonality between the list of people I know who might be in jail at 1:30 on a Friday afternoon and the list of people who’d call me upon arriving there.

But then I got to thinking:  why would a call from the Huntsville-Madison County Jail not be local?  (This number was 866-847-1251.)  I Googled that, and there’s not much.  (Well, I guess there’s this now.)  I did find someone named Mickey on a message board who sounded like he knew what he was talking about, saying it’s some third-party calling service that has semi-legitimate uses, but that also gets abused by prisoners calling random numbers, looking for…something exploitable, I suppose.

In any case, don’t answer a call from that number, and if you accidentally do and hear you’re being called from jail, just hang up.

(You know, I guess.  On the extremely-small-but-nonzero chance that you called me from the slammer today, I apologize for hanging up on you.  Hope you got everything worked out.)

 Posted by at 7:02 pm
Feb 252011
 

Parenthood intensifies moral clarity.  The complete responsibility for the long-term well-being of young people underscores the need to get things right, does it not?  If I go nuts, it’s not just one life in the ditch anymore.  Little man looks to me to see how to be.  Little man asks me when he has a question about the right thing to do.  Little man has started to ask me about things he sees me do.

On matters of morality, considering the ease of explanation to a child has a way of dispersing the extraneous.

Now presuming that I do a reasonable job day to day with conducting myself morally—let’s face it, it’s not like I struggle with whether to skip out on a restaurant check, or have to restrain myself from donning combat boots and stomping baby bunny rabbits—one arena in which this clarity can be useful is politics.  More specifically, I sometimes think of my children when considering whether I believe my position on an issue is one of principle, as opposed to unsound rationalization.

Whatever your mechanism, such examination is important.  I’ve written before of how effectively the self-selecting nature of the Web can poison critical thought.  If you set out only to validate something you already believe, you’ll succeed every time.

I’ve thought more than once about, were I a supporter of their actions, how I might explain to Nathan why I think the absence of fourteen Wisconsin Democrats from the state senate is a good thing.  All have apparently left the state to deny the body a quorum so that it may not vote on Governor Scott Walker’s budget proposal, which includes several provisions with which public unions and their members take issue.

Now on this point, the specifics of this bill are irrelevant, and I shall not address them either way.  It was properly introduced, debated, and everything else, and that’s all that matters.  Consequently this is simply impeding the legitimate work of government—preventing the people’s legislature from lawfully conducting business.  Is there a reasonable way to describe it otherwise?  Am I, as a hypothetical supporter of these senators, to tell my son that well, when we’re in the majority, we vote on bills, and some pass, and some don’t; but when we’re in the minority, we don’t participate?

“If I’m not going to win, I’m not going to play” is understandable, if still indefensible, from a first-grader.  How are we to understand it from grown men and women?

 Posted by at 12:40 pm

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