It truly is a delicate situation.
Nigh on precarious, I daresay.
See, I've never had a blog post on Leap Day.
I squandered 2008 away with a smattering of posts as
I cringed through my last semesters of college. And the Leap Day
before that one I was coasting through my last months as a high schooler.
And the Leap Day before that one... there's no telling.
So this is a monumental day. People all across
the world are literally erecting monuments
to Leap Day 2012, just like the
Mayans predicted all those
many years ago.
having a Leap
Day post is that I
don't have much to write
about, and I struggle with the idea
of publishing inane babble.
I could talk about the
new fancy gadget
up on the sidebar
there. The media
player thingy. We've
started recording and
podcasting our weekly Coffee Talks. It's
a men's group, so if any of you ladies wanna
give it a go you may wanna take a shot of testosterone
before you go in. This week we covered Genesis 1-25. The guy
at the end that says "Logan Stewart"... yeah, that's not me. I'm the second person
you hear speaking, the one with the odd and hickish accent.
Accents are another thing. I could spend my
time being self-conscious about it,
about the way that I say words
like "light", "night", or "like."
The fact that I say stuff
with a drawl and a
I prefer to see them as character attributes, not as words of a simpleton. It's baffling
how city folk make fun of our accents, though. Even folks from Louisville, the largest city
in the state, populations something-point-something-million. Louisvillians are so diverse that
some talk more country than me, and others more city. Personally, I can tell that my
accent's gotten more noticeable as I've aged.
I intentionally used the word "gotten" in the previous paragraph to give birth
to this paragraph for one solitary reason. It bothers me to read the word
"gotten" in anything that wants to be taken seriously unless
someone's speaking. Just seems like a lazy cop out.
My dad's dad was a cop. A deputy sheriff, in fact.
So yeah, I've taken a few rides in the back of a squad car.
A "young girl" jumped off the bridge here today. She's in critical condition.
I don't recall anything like that ever happening around here. I can't imagine coming
to the decision to do something like that, to stop your car in the middle of the span, get out, walk
to the edge,
climb the rail,
stare down the water,
feel the wind gusts
blow at you,
I can't imagine the thoughts in her mind for that 2-3 second drop.
I can't imagine hitting the water and thinking that something has
gone terribly wrong
I can't imagine waking up in the hospital after deciding to do
it. It's an incredible opportunity the girl's been given,
to not have died immediately.
I pray that she recovers and that the love of
Jesus is shown to her.
I'm not a fan of buggy
and clunky computer
programs that limit user
input. I'm talking to you,
HEC-RAS. It's the standard in
bridge & open channel analyses for anything
remotely complicated, and yet it's lacking plenty
of functionality. Maybe that's cause it's
developed by the USACE? As it
goes, I'm doing a lot
with this thing.
I am a fan of format.
And questionable verisimilitude.
Happy Leap Day!