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Monday 15 October 2001

We are only a little over a month away from the anniversary of the beginning of the excavation for the foundation of the The House of Steel. November 24 last year seems an eternity away and yesterday, reading through my notes, I relived the highlights and disappointments. We are still making decisions about the kitchen cabinets that Fran and I will commence constructing in a week or so. We only just decided that we would finish the architraves with enamel paint to match the ceilings. Had we employed a regular builder, we would have had little opportunity to fine tune the house as we built it.

Yesterday, Jane said that it was my Masterwork. And so it is.

Thought for the day:

Thou didst create the night, but I made the lamp. Thou didst create clay, but I made the cup. Thou didst create the deserts, mountains and forests, I produced the orchards, gardens and groves. It is I who made the glass out of stone, and it is I who turn a poison into an antidote.

Sir Muhammad Iqbal


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Tuesday 16 October 2001

Had a telephone conference with a new client today -- a mixture of desktop publishing and training in same. Happily, the client sounds like she's the kind of person I enjoy working with, so the return to what I was doing before The House of Steel won't be as traumatic as it might have been.

Mysteriously, my server has been behaving itself perfectly since Thomas installed a modem init script to speed up connection to our new ISP. The misbehaviour started when we changed ISPs, though why modem settings should affect internal networking is a mystery. The server was unpingable at times, though I could successfully ping my workstation from the server. I must remember to check with Thomas in case he made some changes to TCP/IP as well. He's been a little difficult to talk to lately. A major college assignment was due in today -- a BBS written in PHP 4.


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Thursday 18 October 2001

Where did Wednesday go? For the first time in many months, the office is tidy! Normal people would call it a dire mess, but that's because they have never seen it when it's in a state that would drive most wives to complete distraction. There was a purpose to this momentary bout of lunacy -- I have a new client for training in CorelDRAW! and it was more convenient for her to call by my place for our getting to know each other session. Fortunately, Joy is a bushie (country girl) so the experience wasn't too off-putting and we had an enjoyable couple of hours.

As a result of the tidy-up, a book I had thought lost turned up among a pile of CorelDRAW! magazines. The book is called Driving into Danger and was written by Athol Robinson. While it's mainly about the relationship between petrol consumption and ischaemic heart disease, it contains the following graph.

Graph of tobacco consumption versus lung cancer

Thought for the day:

Smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.

Fletcher Knebel


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Sunday 21 October 2001

God must be either finite or infinite. If God is finite, then he is like me, limited and not all-powerful -- in which case he isn't much of a God. If God is infinite, then he must be absolutely everything: the stars, the trees, the cows in the paddock across the road, you, me, Yeshua of Nazareth, Osama bin Laden... God, being infinite, must be without shape or form -- only the finite can have an inside and an outside, a beginning and an end. Purpose presupposes beginnings and endings, so can it be said that God has a purpose, a chosen race, a chosen religion, blessed and damned?

Thought for the day:

I don't have to know an answer, I don't feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell. It doesn't frighten me.

Richard Feynman


 

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