Is it possible to remember 9/11 and appropriately honor those directly affected and yet look for a new ways to respond, ways that seek healing instead of vengeance? I hope so.
I just started my first class on Coursera.1 When I attempted the first homework assignment, I pulled out the tools I typically use at work: 0.9mm mechanical pencil, blank photocopier paper, and the calculator on my Android phone.
Nope! That just wasn’t going to cut it.
Off to the office supplies store I went and got the real stuff: 0.5mm mechanical pencil, an eraser in a holder, engineering paper, a D-ring binder, and enough dividers. When I got home, I retrieved my HP calculator.
And although those tools got me through college, it wasn’t going to be enough now. I had to get my reading glasses, too.
Now I’m ready.2 :-)
- It’s Introduction to Power Electronics from the University of Colorado. The tools my team designs and builds help our customers validate their voltage regulator designs. This class will help me understand a little better what our customers go through. ↩
- And I’m having fun. And I hate to admit it, but I’m working hard. Where are my college buddies so I can relax with a game of hearts? ;–) ↩
After going to an orchid show in Sacramento a couple of years ago, I’ve developed a soft spot for orchids. We have more than a few plants on our kitchen drainboard. I think maybe five of them are orchids.
If only I could make the Christmas cactus happy, too. I wonder, if I spent even a portion of the time I did learning about orchids, I bet I could.
Do you have a favorite house plant?
We’re proud of Jamison and the awesome young man he’s growing up to be.
Here’s to a great school year!
Labor Day afternoon, we kayaked the Willamette, embarking at Willamette Park. The river was lower than the last time.1 The northern dock wasn’t in the water until its end and we weren’t able to go between Hardtack and East islands. Instead, we crossed closer to the floating houses and went father around the islands before deciding to turn around. Along the way, we watched the other paddlers, the bicyclists on the river path, and the train. We heard those at Oaks Parks screaming as their rides swung around.2
I’m even more convinced than ever that I need my own kayak.