I asked my little friend, Razzi, to write a Christmas poem to help bring home the joys of Christmas. He remembered the time a couple of years ago when it snowed and he went outside and made a snowman. He called his new friend “Snowy” and was quite proud of him. Unfortunately, no sooner did the weather improve than Snowy disappeared. Razzi never did work out where he went to.
As we approach the end of the year, the newspapers and television tend to publish/show tributes to the people, famous and otherwise, who have died this year. I started thinking who would make this year’s list and what nice things would the press have to offer. Steve Jobs would be an obvious contender for an end of year tribute but the one person who I think I miss the most from the people who have died this year is…
As far as I know, “God” is not God’s name. That is right isn’t it? The God of the universe has a name, but “God” isn’t it. “God” is what God is just as “Human being” is not our name it is what we are. We also have a name be it “Charles”, “Thomas”, “Diane” or “Charlotte”; we have our own personal name by which people call us.
I have been reading a rather interesting article concerning your rights in the digital age – what you can and cannot do with digital music, films and software. A bit of a nerdy subject I have to confess but it held a few surprises for me and convinced me I am not just a pirate but an actual criminal. I am breaking the law even though I don’t know it and as we all know, ignorance of the law is not an excuse.
Don’t ask me why because I am scared enough of flying to begin with but I just love watching Air Crash Investigation on the National Geographic Channel. I do not watch it because I like seeing people killed in aircraft but because of the way the people investigating the crash find the cause of it. They are presented with a mound of crumpled, burnt, water damaged metal and from this they can determine exactly why the plane crashed.
Dave Oxton died two weeks ago… no stop the crying, hold back on the national day of mourning, I don’t mean that I actually died, I mean my personal blog, daveoxton.com, died. Confused? Ok, let me explain. A couple of weeks ago now, I had a technical problem with my hosting company and asked them to investigate. They found the cause of all my troubles and indeed, seemed to have resolved the problem – or so I thought.