And the winner is . . .

I promised a gold star to whoever could figure out from where I (inadvertently) swiped the title of this blog. Kudos to Matt and also my coworker Grant. Feel free to print out this image and paste it to your foreheads.
For the rest of you, the quote is from Lord of the Rings. Turns out I got the quote a little bit wrong. What Gandalf really says is "A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives preisely when he means to."

All tuckered out

After I got home today, I took Jacob, and Michelle crashed on the couch. That little boy is a lot of work. I really appreciate all the hard work Michelle does for our family.

Optional

When I was in high school (junior high?), I had a class where we would start each day just writing in a notebook. It could be a story, a poem, or just whatever was in your head at the moment. The following paragraphs are what popped out as I sat down, stared off into space, and let my fingers do their own thing. Reading them is entirely optional.

It is dark. Not the kind of darkness where you can't see anything, but where you can just make out fuzzy images. Just enough information that you can imagine something is there that you don't expect. Sometimes I think that I can see things in my path, but other times I stumble into things that I somehow missed.

After hours, days of haziness, I see a giant hole in the ground. It swallows what little light there is, and as I approach I can sense the light retreating away from me. After some time I realize I am in the hole. I am floating in nothingness, relaxed, but slightly afraid of what may come. I feel that I am falling, and I wonder, without much worry, "how fast am I falling?" and "will I hit the bottom soon or should I just enjoy the breeze?"

Such a nice breeze. I can throw a frisbee in that. Not at all gusty. Maybe if I put enough float on it, I could catch my own throw. But how do I run in this floating, non-space. And where the heck is my disk? "Don't tread on me," it says, with a little picture of a porcupine on it. I don't know what that really means, but it's one of my favorite disks. Kimball took my other disk to Mexico. I wonder if it will learn to speak Mexican.

On sixty minutes there was a program about "El sistem" in Venezuela. What a cool program! Get the kids off the streets and into an orchestra. If I had my own oboe, maybe I would go to Venezuela. I think that qualifies as "Dan Logic." That lightbulb hasn't come on for a while.

Having short hair is advantageous - my hair doesn't go so wild after running around outside.

Hard at work

While I was at work today, Jacob was just lounging around. What a lazy little boy! I think I may have to start charging rent.


I guess it's not all roses.

At the end of the day he got a little bit done. I guess I won't have to throw him out after all.

Plagarism

I just realized that my blog title is a modified movie quote. I swear this was not intentional! I guess I just don't have enough personality to come up with great things to say on my own. Gold star to anyone who can figure out what movie (yes - leave me some comments!). Once again, this blog was posted neither late nor early.

Now!

My timing is impeccable. There is no limit to the precision of my chronometric ablities. Did you notice how the title of this entry popped into your head exactly when I inteded it to? Oh my gosh - that's incredible!

The purpose of this blog is two-fold. First, it will serve as a place for me to pretend to be creative. I haven't used the right half of my brain for several years, and I think it may have started to atrophy. (Notice the crookedness of my neck in many of the yet-to-be-posted photos). Second, Michelle does such a great job with our family blog, and I would like a place to put my random thoughts without corrupting her blogging masterpiece.

So let the blogging begin . . . now!