I visited my first Memory World back during The War. They put one in Sunnydale back before all the fighting started, and then built a few more to deal with all data traffic coming in and out of the system[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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In Fourteen Hundred Ninety Two Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue. It is the beginning of one of the most famous phrases in America. It celebrates the arrival of Columbus in America, and the general opening of The Americas to a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I grew up on the lakes of Northern Minnesota. Spring. Summer. Fall. Winter. There’s so much you can do in every season. But for all my days, there’s one thing I’ll never forget. One image that will always remain with[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I grew up in the Lake Country, seeing trees and sky reflected off the surface of the water. It’s like a perfect mirror when the lake is calm. Sometimes the ripple of a fish or bird will disturb it a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’ve heard lately a charge coming from some that Christians who support those who have sinned are hypocrites. This usually comes from people who are not Christians. Perhaps they think that Christians believe they are holier than thou and should[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The lake country of Northern Minnesota is a special place to grow up in. You can wake up to the sound of silence as the morning twilight spreads across the world. And then you begin to hear it. A loon[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I grew up on the water. Seeing it. Feeling it. Smelling it. Tasting it. Hearing it. The wind on the water is the sound of my childhood. Waves lapping against the shore is the sound I grew up to. It[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
An important thing to consider today is the presumption of innocence. It’s an international human right under the UN’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights, Article 11. The United States Federal Government has explicitly followed the presumption of innocence since Coffin[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
There’s a few amazing minutes between blackest night and morning light when you live on a lake. It’s a magical time where anything can happen. Maybe a dragon will fly out of the morning rain. Or a mermaid could swim[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’ve always loved waking up on a lake in the early morning. Grass glistens with dew. Fog banks roll across the water. Maybe you get a light rain. Darkness lifts and you can see the world around you. A hush[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…