Everybody knows you can't predict an earthquake. The only way would be to get inside a time machine, go into the future, and send back a message. So seismologist Elizabeth Cochran of the University of California at Riverside will use thousands of computers to do just that. Well, it's not exactly a time machine. Cochran and Stanford seismologist Jesse Lawrence have made use of the sensors built into many new laptops that sense when the computer is being dropped, and turned them into earthquake monitors. They hope to sign up thousands of users to act like a grid of detectors that can sense an earthquake before it does too much damage.Scientists Want Your MacBook for Earthquake Detection
I have occasionally been accused of having a messy office. In this photo of the the late William F Buckley in his office, I take some comfort that I am not wholly alone.
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In my earlier post on With One Voice by Reggie Kidd, I summarized Bach, Bubba & the Blues Brothers. I wanted that to function as a book review of sorts. Now I want to expand those summaries of Reggie Kidd’s ideas and play with the concepts abit. I’ll interact with material from the book and throw in a few ideas of my own.Still Considering Bach, Bubba & the Blues Brothers « Cavman Considers
A sweet discussion of worship music, worship styles, and whom we sing to.
JOLLYBLOGGER: Al Hsu on D D and Creating CultureWho would win in a fight between Gary Gygax of Dungeons and Dragons fame and Bill Gothard of The Institute in Basic Life Principles?
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It seems to me the same things are happening now with social networking and online worlds like Second Life. Many Christians can talk eloquently about what's wrong with them, but few can provide compelling alternatives.
Fascinating thought-experiment...working out to a call to Christian creativity in presenting Gospel and community.
Thanks to Doug Smith there is now an assembly of some really great articles on arcing and tracing. This is one of the most important tools in the exegete's toolbox.kerux noemata: Arc, Trace and Diagram! The Bones of Exegesis!When I was in seminary, our preferred method was labelled, "diagrammatical analysis." I still use that method, although it has been tweaked through the years by the arcing idea... and, of course, the emphasis on broader context and literary genre that men like Carson model so well.
When I was in seminary (1985-88), we were taught Propositional Relations by Vern Poythress (see his "Propositional Relations," in The New Testament Student and His Field. Vol. 5 of The New Testament Student. Ed. John H. Skilton and Curtiss A. Ladley. Phillipsburg, N.J.: Presbyterian and Reformed, 1982. Pp. 159-212.). Twenty-five years later, it's popular under a different name, I believe.
I remember my Christ-loving fellow students agonizing over this method of dividing and understanding the Scriptures; I, devoted more to my intellect than to Jesus, delighted in this and the power it gave, and helped them with it. They advanced far beyond me in godliness and service, while it took some time for Jesus to turn my heart away from myself and toward him. I still enjoy and use what I learned then, of course.
From the grave of the innocent Adam
Comes a song bringing joy to the sad
All your cries have been heard
and the ransom
Has been paid up in full, be ye glad
Oh be ye glad, oh, be ye glad
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full
by the grace of the Lord
Be ye glad, be ye glad,
be ye glad.
As Lewis was composing Screwtape, he was also writing a book about John Milton's Paradise Lost, which retells the fall of humankind in the Garden of Eden. In many ways, this passage from Lewis' A Preface to Paradise Lost, profiles Screwtape:C. S. Lewis Blog: The Devil and Mr. LewisTo admire Satan, then, is to give one's vote not only for a world of misery, but also for a world of lies and propaganda, of wishful thinking, of incessant autobiography. Yet the choice is possible. Hardly a day passes without some slight movement towards it in each one of us. (Oxford UP, 1942, 102)There is nothing appealing about hell in Screwtape—it is not the promised realm of infinite freedom and profound achievement, but rather an ugly bureaucracy, overcome by utter grayness, since there is nothing more uninteresting than a smug sea of fallen humanity sinking deeper into themselves forever and ever, lacking the transformative glory and uniqueness that redemption and the company of heaven provide.
"Incessant autobiography"...? Is this an anticipation of blogging?
An ancient Irish prayer or hymn, apropos for Good Friday:
King of the FridayWhose limbs were stretched on the cross,O Lord who didst sufferThe bruises, the wounds, the loss,We stretch ourselvesBeneath the shield of your might.May some fruit from the tree of your passionFall on us this night!