<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:55.293+01:00</updated><category term='Worship'/><category term='Luke'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='Sydney'/><category term='gold'/><category term='Edinburgh'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='rememberance'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Foresight'/><category term='interview'/><category term='Church'/><category term='tall ship'/><category term='elephant'/><category term='Frost'/><category term='Churchill'/><category term='career'/><category term='Paul'/><category term='fool'/><category term='redundancy'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='President'/><title type='text'>Tom Artin</title><subtitle type='html'>Misce stultitiam consiliis brevem: Dulce est desipere in loco.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-4949151133113687770</id><published>2009-03-23T11:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:43:57.794Z</updated><title type='text'>When the Bible speaks for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/Scd1uVdoE5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bnOPCcVXsZw/s1600-h/ChurchLight.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316347324029997970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/Scd1uVdoE5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bnOPCcVXsZw/s320/ChurchLight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand your religious meetings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fed up with your conferences and conventions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want nothing to do with your religion projects, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your pretentious slogans and goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of your fund-raising schemes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your public relations and image making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had all I can take of your noisy ego-music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time you sang to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what I want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want justice—oceans of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want fairness—rivers of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I want. That's all I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Amos 5 v 21-24 - "The Message")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How disconcerting to find God speaking to his people, in a way that mirror's your own thoughts which you'd assumed to be wrong and based on your own selfishness. Is this applicable to us today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-4949151133113687770?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/4949151133113687770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=4949151133113687770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4949151133113687770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4949151133113687770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-bible-speaks-for-you.html' title='When the Bible speaks for you...'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/Scd1uVdoE5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/bnOPCcVXsZw/s72-c/ChurchLight.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-6408458780795476416</id><published>2009-03-15T10:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:48:33.821Z</updated><title type='text'>Just in case...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SbzczeQ0hYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HLOsdJZ0ESk/s1600-h/PlasterLeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313364437245396354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SbzczeQ0hYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HLOsdJZ0ESk/s320/PlasterLeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brringgg, brringg, Mr Artin your daughter has hurt her knee playing rugby, just in case we'd like her to see her doctor. (30 mins later) Just in case we'll carry her to the car... just in case I'll take her straight to A&amp;amp;E (besides its closer than the GP's). Triage at A&amp;amp;E, just in case we'll have the doc look at it... Doc, Just in case we'll get an x-ray done... Just in case we'll get the A&amp;amp;E consultant to have a look... Just in case we'll have the orthopedic surgeon check it out... Just in case we'll plaster it... Just in case we'll check with the orthopedic consultant... Just in case we'll keep her in overnight for observation... just in case we'll do an MRI...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah it's a Anterior tibial spine fracture (type III) and it will require a 3 hour keyhole operation, but just in case can we have your permission for open knee surgery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;72 hours later with a cast from hip to toe (in a very pretty purple with sparkles!) we're back home, just in case you were wondering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-6408458780795476416?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/6408458780795476416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=6408458780795476416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/6408458780795476416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/6408458780795476416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-in-case.html' title='Just in case...'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SbzczeQ0hYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HLOsdJZ0ESk/s72-c/PlasterLeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-7953316733307870281</id><published>2009-02-22T10:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:13:28.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Starting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SaEvpd4QDOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2E7O767w5BA/s1600-h/SagradaFamilia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305574225460858082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SaEvpd4QDOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2E7O767w5BA/s320/SagradaFamilia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year I get the opportunity to visit my favourite building in the world (due to an annual industry conference). It is still in construction after starting 126 years ago (and I thought our builders were slow!), outlasting it's original architect, sponsors and artisans. It is of course the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, so many things we start and we expect to see the outcome within months not generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I knew the outcome of what I've started, but if I don't start I won't know the outcome, is this where faith comes in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-7953316733307870281?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/7953316733307870281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=7953316733307870281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/7953316733307870281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/7953316733307870281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-year-i-get-opportunity-to-visit.html' title='Starting...'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SaEvpd4QDOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2E7O767w5BA/s72-c/SagradaFamilia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-8456867121785069506</id><published>2009-01-29T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:20:36.300Z</updated><title type='text'>For Geoff... now on the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SYIquiDMFeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uBLLR2P5YG8/s1600-h/geoffw.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296843090643654114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SYIquiDMFeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uBLLR2P5YG8/s320/geoffw.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE ROAD NOT TAKEN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I-I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that has made all the difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by Robert Frost)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-8456867121785069506?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/8456867121785069506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=8456867121785069506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/8456867121785069506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/8456867121785069506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-geoff-now-on-road-well-all-take.html' title='For Geoff... now on the road'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SYIquiDMFeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uBLLR2P5YG8/s72-c/geoffw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-8754428741679209115</id><published>2009-01-22T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:17:04.087Z</updated><title type='text'>Faith above</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SXiGmWKo49I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IZuXzaw1kCg/s1600-h/FaithInTheAbove.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294129355317371858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SXiGmWKo49I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IZuXzaw1kCg/s320/FaithInTheAbove.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For he who loves God without faith reflects on himself, while the person who loves God reflects on God." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soren Kierkegard (Fear &amp;amp; Trembling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attempting to re-read Kiekegard's "Fear &amp;amp; Trembling" after a 15 year break still makes me wonder if I can ever understand faith, and even if I could I doubt I could ever make it a constiuent part of me, as I've naturally seen it present in others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look back, I doubt there's more people than I can count on the digits of my hands who I can see as being Knights of Faith, whose faith is an intrinsic part of them. They seem oblivious to this aspect of their makeup, which the rest of us are the benefactors of, through their lives and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those people will be ordained into the ministry today and I know God will use this most intangible but powerful facet of their makeup, to forward His presence an ministry on earth and bring hope to all those around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"a time to believe and a time to doubt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a time to deflect and a time to come together through faith"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;a href="http://rumoursofangels.blogspot.com/2009/01/limbos-end-3.html"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3 additions&lt;/a&gt;...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture : "Faith in what's above"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-8754428741679209115?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/8754428741679209115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=8754428741679209115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/8754428741679209115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/8754428741679209115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-he-who-loves-god-without-faith.html' title='Faith above'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SXiGmWKo49I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IZuXzaw1kCg/s72-c/FaithInTheAbove.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-4728097094227170742</id><published>2009-01-08T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:59:12.908Z</updated><title type='text'>Thunderbirds are go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SWYwQ5qdpGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NDV1wXoKWKk/s1600-h/Champany.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288967879308190818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SWYwQ5qdpGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NDV1wXoKWKk/s320/Champany.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing like an emergency to throw off the lethargy of the holidays. On Sunday the sister-in-law came to stay having dropped off my niece and her university digs, on the Monday we get a call in the late afternoon from her son, to say that "dad" had had an accident (they were away skiing in the French Alps). It unfolds that he has a severely broken leg and has been transferred to the nearest large town hospital for surgery, leaving my nephew alone in the alps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cut a long story short we were with my Nephew by mid-afternoon on the Tuesday (not sure anyone slept on Monday night) in the Alps and found my brother-in-law in hospital. Yesterday I drove their car and my nephew back to the UK, while my sister-in-law sorts out the repatriation of her husband with the insurance company (on Sunday all being well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have traveled a lot and usually I measure travel by the number of disruptions that happen and yet in the last 2 days we;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- did a full circle of M25 on Monday fetching passports (7 - 11 pm) with no hold-ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- found a flight going direct on Tuesday morning from a local airport straight to the nearest local airport to the resort in the alps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- found a taxi driver to take us to a small resort in the alps (an off duty English teacher) as soon as we landed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- trouble free 700 mile drive from the Alps to the UK in 11 hours door to door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Euro tunnel accepting a ticket for another date and a different driver without any quibbles and putting us straight on the first train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of the above I can only thank God, and continue to pray for the repatriation of my brother in law at the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-4728097094227170742?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/4728097094227170742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=4728097094227170742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4728097094227170742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4728097094227170742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2009/01/thunderbirds-are-go.html' title='Thunderbirds are go...'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SWYwQ5qdpGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NDV1wXoKWKk/s72-c/Champany.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-4726527502418227879</id><published>2008-12-31T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:14:39.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Going backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SVtveiLNVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7u4vKE3Jz0s/s1600-h/Wrabness.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285941158009984770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SVtveiLNVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7u4vKE3Jz0s/s320/Wrabness.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith, hope and love and the greatest of these is... the most written about, examined, felt, etc. Over advent I have found myself going back through these three (mostly the first two)first I looked at hope, spurred on by &lt;a href="http://rumoursofangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danny's&lt;/a&gt; posts and my own reading and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, when you're economically inactive seems such a temporal entity, it rises and falls like the tide as a new job prospect looms it rises, then as time takes it's toll it wains. Yet that is not hope just expectation, I think hope is something anchored in God which does not vary, He has a plan for me (despite my seeming failures) and is working it out. I need to follow it through, a lot of it involves waiting, which I am not good at, and work at what has been given to me which I procrastinate on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Picture - Wrabness "going backwards into the wind" 28/12/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-4726527502418227879?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/4726527502418227879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=4726527502418227879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4726527502418227879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4726527502418227879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/12/going-backwards.html' title='Going backwards'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SVtveiLNVwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7u4vKE3Jz0s/s72-c/Wrabness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-392241106570989354</id><published>2008-12-01T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:33:10.558Z</updated><title type='text'>Prudence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/STRQMG2GSiI/AAAAAAAAADs/Uf1R8VmuRIY/s1600-h/TitianPrudence.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274929232483863074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/STRQMG2GSiI/AAAAAAAAADs/Uf1R8VmuRIY/s320/TitianPrudence.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I was in town, for a meeting and found myself an hour early (well who expects the trains to run to time!), so as I was in the Trafalgar Square vicinity, I wandered into the National Gallery in search of enlightenment and a double espresso (not necessarily in that order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main exhibition du jour was Titian (Renaissance Venetian artist) where they were exhibiting "Diana and Actaeon" which they hope to purchase/save for the princely sum of £50m, yes it was big and beautiful but £50m.... If they don't manage to raise the funds it will be a loss to our nation.... How much would £50m save in people's lives, homes, health, etc. I like art but there must be reason, I'd rather look at a Banksy (free) and use the money as his art suggests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Rant on]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically just around the corner from "Diana and Actaeon" is another much smaller painting by Titian called "An allegory on Prudence" with the motto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EX PRAETERITO PRAESENS PRUDENTER AGIT NE FUTURA ACTIONẼ DETURPET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;translated as;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"From [the experience of] the past, the present acts prudently, lest it spoil future actions".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh that they take the artists own advice, perhaps we all should, rather than bailing out a failed economy with methods that got us into this mess in the first place. Why do we persist in borrowing from our children's future only to feed our own greed and leaving it to them to clear it up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Rant off]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/STRPlfn58tI/AAAAAAAAADk/R-SgZed1G0E/s1600-h/BanksyHope.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274928569120322258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/STRPlfn58tI/AAAAAAAAADk/R-SgZed1G0E/s320/BanksyHope.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture (top) the Allegory on Prudence by Titian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture (bottom) There is always hope by Banksy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-392241106570989354?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/392241106570989354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=392241106570989354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/392241106570989354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/392241106570989354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/12/prudence.html' title='Prudence'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/STRQMG2GSiI/AAAAAAAAADs/Uf1R8VmuRIY/s72-c/TitianPrudence.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-6313418816418091750</id><published>2008-11-22T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:23:41.851Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Hope....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SSnkX4-5hGI/AAAAAAAAADc/RwqO3cBec30/s1600-h/RisenJCSF.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271995937898202210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SSnkX4-5hGI/AAAAAAAAADc/RwqO3cBec30/s320/RisenJCSF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three days of interviews and a broken resolution this week. The resolution was on my 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday I promised myself I'd never have to wear a tie again, as my view on ties from early in life, was they were only good for restricting the flow of blood to the brain. So good for industries like banking (we can see the results all around us) but not good for knowledge based industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway rant over, the interviews were all very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;, the first with a head hunter, not so much of the Amazonian Jivaro tribe (maybe they used ties to shrink their victims heads?) but more of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Londonian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbucko&lt;/span&gt; tribe, who will suck your life out of you over a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt; Latte, with the vague hope that they'll remember you when they look at future job openings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, was by far the worst conducted interview I've been in (from either side). First the "tell us about yourself" question which loosely translated means we haven't even bothered reading your CV. Then they proceeded to move the definition of the job description through at least three different roles (often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contradictory&lt;/span&gt;) as they spoke, a clear indication they had no idea what they wanted. So that left no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third was a series of back to back interviews which went on for 5 hours, each interviewer had clearly been briefed prior to each session to look for particular aspects. From that one I took away some hope, because I knew they had achieved to gain a reasonable understanding of who I was and what I could offer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;professionally&lt;/span&gt;. So even if it doesn't go any further it wasn't because they didn't have a clear picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm in the waiting game to see if the last one want to take it further and so I hope...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet this hope is transient, and dependant on so many factors I have no control over. Yet when I read of hope in the Bible it is hope in God who does have control, so I conclude, for me at least, that the hope God offers is not here today and gone tomorrow but a surety of what he has planned for me. I just wish I could understand those plans better, as I don't take rejection well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture the risen Christ at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sagrada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Família&lt;/span&gt; (Barcelona) by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Subirachs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-6313418816418091750?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/6313418816418091750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=6313418816418091750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/6313418816418091750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/6313418816418091750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope.html' title='Hope....'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SSnkX4-5hGI/AAAAAAAAADc/RwqO3cBec30/s72-c/RisenJCSF.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-5696548080789810279</id><published>2008-11-13T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:40:25.808Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sydney'/><title type='text'>5 Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRwuI6oxayI/AAAAAAAAADM/HfGKi5drWUY/s1600-h/TallShipSydney.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268136394830736162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRwuI6oxayI/AAAAAAAAADM/HfGKi5drWUY/s320/TallShipSydney.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since &lt;a href="http://rumoursofangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, here are the 5 things I've always wanted to do;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Circumnavigate the world, under sail on a tall ship (with a year's supply of ginger).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Take a camping skiff down the Thames, with 2 companions and a dog, preferably named J, George and &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Montmorency &lt;/span&gt;(it comes with the territory).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Be able to take decent photographs i.e. get up early enough to catch the "good" light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Be talented... at something, anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Take a degree in philosophy, the most sublime and the most trivial of human pursuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm new to this and I don't have any other &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;blogger's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to visit this upon, then the first 5 &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;bloggers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(could take sometime!) to leave a comment on this post consider yourself tagged...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture : Tall ship in Sydney harbour 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-5696548080789810279?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/5696548080789810279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=5696548080789810279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/5696548080789810279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/5696548080789810279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-things.html' title='5 Things...'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRwuI6oxayI/AAAAAAAAADM/HfGKi5drWUY/s72-c/TallShipSydney.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-4726695827747786598</id><published>2008-11-10T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:46:40.546Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churchill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRjH_9QVd9I/AAAAAAAAADE/lLYytqn9FPI/s1600-h/FlourFool.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267179665798559698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRjH_9QVd9I/AAAAAAAAADE/lLYytqn9FPI/s320/FlourFool.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does that mean there's hope for me yet? Well if my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;newly&lt;/span&gt; found old friend is an example then yes :-) (except they're clearly no one's fool). For insight and wisdom look for &lt;a href="http://rumoursofangels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rumours of Angels&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-4726695827747786598?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/4726695827747786598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=4726695827747786598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4726695827747786598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/4726695827747786598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/greatest-lesson-in-life-is-to-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRjH_9QVd9I/AAAAAAAAADE/lLYytqn9FPI/s72-c/FlourFool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-626427138989801981</id><published>2008-11-09T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:41:59.585Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rememberance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRd_8EVgBBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aAQO9XqK4ZY/s1600-h/JomoKenyattaLanding.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266818959165883410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRd_8EVgBBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aAQO9XqK4ZY/s320/JomoKenyattaLanding.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Remembrance&lt;/span&gt;... the problem is I don't remember, even my parents were children during the WWII and although my grand parents saw service they are no longer with us to remember. As the years go by I appreciate more what those generations went through but still there is a basic disconnect as I live in a generation with no "real" experience of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What we do see is spoon fed to us by the media and as Aeschylus (525BC) put it "In war, truth is the first casualty" and apart from those in our armed forces in Afghanistan and Iraq, it is very hard for us to comprehend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The closest I've been to anything like this was last Christmas (and I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to the extended family fight over the Turkey), we were out visiting friends in Kenya when the post election violence began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SReA4L4LOeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u5E2jeWlFCs/s1600-h/NairobiChruchBurning.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266819991982520802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SReA4L4LOeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/u5E2jeWlFCs/s320/NairobiChruchBurning.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could make our experience sound very dramatic, running a road block with armed guards, flying into the international airport in a light aeroplane over the burning buildings in Nairobi, being interviewed by the BBC on our return, etc. But for the fact I doubt we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;realistically&lt;/span&gt; in any real danger (unlike a lot of the local people). However what I did find was that suddenly the choices I was having to make to get the family home safely, had an extra dimension where the wrong decision had (at least in my mind) the potential to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I begin to appreciate the importance of the choices made by people in these conflicts and I pray for them in the taking of those decisions, where peoples lives depend on them. Plus I thank God for those people in the past that took those difficult decisions, which has given us an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;essentially&lt;/span&gt; free society we have today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture top : Landing at Jomokenyatta Airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture middle : Church burning near Kibera in Nairobi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-626427138989801981?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/626427138989801981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=626427138989801981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/626427138989801981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/626427138989801981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions...'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRd_8EVgBBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aAQO9XqK4ZY/s72-c/JomoKenyattaLanding.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-1729724574492251493</id><published>2008-11-08T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:42:43.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>Nothing Gold Can Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266287347116496274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRWccLIDVZI/AAAAAAAAACk/k3PYM5FTytk/s320/AutumnWalk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert Frost (1923)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature’s first green is gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hardest hue to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her early leaf’s a flower;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only so an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Eden sank to grief,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dawn goes down to day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture : Woods near Bagshot on 7th Nov 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-1729724574492251493?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/1729724574492251493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=1729724574492251493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/1729724574492251493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/1729724574492251493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-gold-can-stay-robert-frost-1923.html' title='Nothing Gold Can Stay'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRWccLIDVZI/AAAAAAAAACk/k3PYM5FTytk/s72-c/AutumnWalk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-6426461677856306283</id><published>2008-11-06T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:43:33.072Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redundancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Of elephant and men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRNzQZ1tz2I/AAAAAAAAACc/lYJljzW6jeY/s1600-h/SamburuElephant.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265679114977529698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRNzQZ1tz2I/AAAAAAAAACc/lYJljzW6jeY/s320/SamburuElephant.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plans never seem to go to plan, or is it just me? More to the point I often get from A to B as planned but usually not in the way I planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example I've always wanted to see an elephant in the wild and a few years ago a good friend ended up teaching in East Africa, so we took up the invite to go out. On our second day we were with a friend of our friend on a game drive in the middle of the night in an open top 4WD, we swung round a corner to discover 4 grey trees in the middle of the track. It became clear that these were connected to 2 large ears a large trunk set between 2 very large tusks, my first wild elephant, well furious actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point our friend killed the engine and the lights of the 4WD and the girls hid under the blanket (well known method of protection from 6 ton enraged pachyderm), he explained that we should all stay very still and after a while the elephant obviously decided that pulling branches off trees was more interesting than stamping on the rather smelly primates who'd disturbed its nocturnal ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got to see a "wild" elephant, quiet literally, but not as planned (which would have involved a good view from the end of a long zoom lens).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd been planning for some time to (a) find a new job and (b) spend more time with the family (I was traveling up to 70%) but as ever had been too busy/lazy (delete as appropriate) to do anything about it. So when I was laid off in August and there was serious illness in the family meant that option (b) came to pass (still working towards option (a)). I think it was God's intent that I should work on achieving these options (amongst others), but got fed up with my procrastination. I guess a rather dim shadow of how Paul's intent was always to visit the Church in Rome on the way to Costa del Sol, but didn't quite envisage to do so in chains at the whim a psychotic all powerful emperor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still we live and we learn (some of the time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture : Elephant in the Samburu (Kenya).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-6426461677856306283?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/6426461677856306283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=6426461677856306283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/6426461677856306283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/6426461677856306283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-elephant-and-men.html' title='Of elephant and men'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRNzQZ1tz2I/AAAAAAAAACc/lYJljzW6jeY/s72-c/SamburuElephant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-2336020798103890375</id><published>2008-11-05T15:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:45:01.001Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foresight'/><title type='text'>Always take foresight over hindsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRHINq5M_AI/AAAAAAAAACU/mqfGiT3LkvU/s1600-h/MaraRays.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265209576550890498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRHINq5M_AI/AAAAAAAAACU/mqfGiT3LkvU/s320/MaraRays.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hindsight as they say is a wonderful thing, but foresight will always out-weigh it, because it allows us to shape the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (to me) the world has been given a ray of hope, in the shape of a leader with all the appearance of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt;, wisdom, creativity, empathy and courage. I dearly hope he is given the tools to make our world a better place and protected from physical, spiritual and moral harm that can come with the reigns of power. But most of all foresight so that in 8 years time we like Paul to the Church in Rome can commend him and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;administration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking back over what has been accomplished and what I have observed, I must say I am most pleased—in the context of Jesus" Romans 15v17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture from sunset in the Masai Mara, Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-2336020798103890375?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/2336020798103890375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=2336020798103890375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/2336020798103890375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/2336020798103890375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-take-foresight-over-hindsight.html' title='Always take foresight over hindsight'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SRHINq5M_AI/AAAAAAAAACU/mqfGiT3LkvU/s72-c/MaraRays.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-154219728702607655</id><published>2008-11-02T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:46:12.341Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Cold &amp; Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SQ2w8pCQS9I/AAAAAAAAACE/8iNbBRBcdTc/s1600-h/PentlandWinter.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264058095319927762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SQ2w8pCQS9I/AAAAAAAAACE/8iNbBRBcdTc/s320/PentlandWinter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend has seen the onset of the UK winter as we progressed from the warmish and damp to the cold and wet and walking the dog becomes a more solitary affair, as the prodigeny take a greater interest in homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning and time for church, no matter how early we set the alarm we're always late. We're attending a charismatic and evangelic C 0f E, now there's a combination for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first half hour is entirely worship, which consists of mainly short, repitive choruses, sung to easy listening tunes. Is it just me but even before the end of the first stanza my mind is bored and off to realms not always envisaged by the worship leader... why is root of -1 imaginary and the duck billed platypus a reality...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooops time to wake up for the "Message"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pray constantly that you will have the strength and wits to make it through everything that's coming and end up on your feet before the Son of Man." Luke 21v36 (The Message)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-154219728702607655?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/154219728702607655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=154219728702607655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/154219728702607655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/154219728702607655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-wet.html' title='Cold &amp; Wet'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SQ2w8pCQS9I/AAAAAAAAACE/8iNbBRBcdTc/s72-c/PentlandWinter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2081299554098223249.post-2174184924906616179</id><published>2008-10-30T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:37:34.232Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edinburgh'/><title type='text'>How to start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SQng4f8xb-I/AAAAAAAAABU/isMnp4lnX-I/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262984900812828642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SQng4f8xb-I/AAAAAAAAABU/isMnp4lnX-I/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really sure how you start at this blogging game... I have little of interest to say in an otherwise ordinary life. Who I am might be a good place to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in the northern wilds of England.&lt;br /&gt;Raised in the suburbs of Edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;Educated in life and academia in and around Edinburgh.&lt;br /&gt;Working life spent in the deep south of England, a little to close to London for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;A technologist by trade (i.e. playing with gadgets and persuading others to do so as well).&lt;br /&gt;Married to a long suffering partner, beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Father to two children a teenage boy and soon to be teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christian of sorts, meaning an angst ridden ball of doubt still clutching to the core &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tenants&lt;/span&gt; of belief, I'm not sure I can abandon fully because it provides me someone to shout and swear at, when I screw up (often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's as good a way as any to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot a key family member Shim, a black lab/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retriever&lt;/span&gt; cross and ex-guide dog, who by virtue of being the most sensible in the family, rules the den with an iron paw. Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; diverted by pesky squirrels sent to torment his otherwise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;idyllic&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2081299554098223249-2174184924906616179?l=tomartinh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/feeds/2174184924906616179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2081299554098223249&amp;postID=2174184924906616179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/2174184924906616179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2081299554098223249/posts/default/2174184924906616179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomartinh.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-start.html' title='How to start?'/><author><name>Tom Artin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10570854301111393691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SPR8HlK37fI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Lhrpk9Sz_AQ/S220/IMG_4981.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8Ote1hWwG0/SQng4f8xb-I/AAAAAAAAABU/isMnp4lnX-I/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
