"When I’m in Canada, I feel this is what the world should be like."-Jane Fonda
Just wanted to wish all of my readers (yes, both of you) a happy Canada Day. May your patriotism runneth over! Hope you celebrate in style . . .
May Light increase!
Scenario 1: Sport
Sixty miles up, you sit in a chair on the open deck of a small rocket, admiring the stars above, the Earth far, far below. The vacuum beyond your visor is cold, but it would boil your blood if your pressure suit failed. You give your parachute straps a reassuring pat. It’s utterly silent. Just you and your fragile body, hovering alone above the Earth. “Space Diver One, you are go,” crackles a voice in your ear, and you undo your harness and stand up. There’s nothing for it now: You paid a lot of money for this.You breathe deeply and leap, somersaulting into the void. The mother planet is gorgeous from up here. You barely perceive that it’s rushing up toward you, and your body relaxes. You streak into the atmosphere at 2,500 miles an hour, faster than anyone’s ever gone without a vehicle. The sky lightens, the stars disappear behind the blue, and a violent buffeting begins. You deploy your drogue chute for stability; an uncontrolled spin in this thin air would rip you apart. The thick lower atmosphere slows you to 120 mph—terminal velocity. After a thrilling seven-minute plummet, you pull your main chute at 3,000 feet, hands shaking, and glide in for landing. A mile away, your rocket retro-thrusts its way gently to the ground.
Scenario 2: Safety
Sixty miles up, you float easily in the cabin of a small rocket, admiring the stars above, the Earth far, far below. Suddenly, alarms sound. Space debris has pierced the ship, and it begins to break apart. In seconds, the air is gone. It’s utterly silent. Pain gathers in your face. Your tongue and eyes seem to be boiling. The captain rushes over and flips down your visor, and you feel better. Then he screams “Go!” over the radio, and pushes you toward the door. There’s nothing for it now: You don’t want to die.You close your eyes and leap, tumbling into the abyss. The curved horizon spins wildly. You let out a scream of terror as it rushes up toward you, and then you black out. Minutes later, a sudden jerk wakes you. This must be death, you think—your flesh meeting Earth at horrible speeds. But it’s the tug of your chute deploying at 3,000 feet. You realize you’re going to be all right. You glide in, touch down, and collapse in convulsions, traumatized. Through your tears you see your friends nearby, similarly undone but alive. You spot smoke on the horizon where, a mile away, your ship returned to the ground in an angry hail of twisted metal.
For sport or safety, hurtling to Earth from space without the protective shroud of a heavily engineered space vehicle seems like sheer lunacy—a hellish descent punctuated by intense heat and terminal, well . . . splatter. But believe it or not, the physics actually works out. With a heat-resistant space suit and the right kind of chutes, such a daredevil plunge should indeed be possible. And with the right people involved, it edges into the realm of the probable. . .
May Light increase!

The other day I asked several of my co-workers what they were currently reading and posted about the experience. The more people I ask, the more intrigued with this question I become. Sometimes though I get this response; "I'm not reading anything." I've discovered that there are lots of people out there who don't read anything. As an avid reader I was pretty shocked at first ("um . . . do you know how to read?") but then I realized that not everyone enlightens themselves in the same way. So non-readers, do not be ashamed. It is time to embrace your non-readingness!
First, I would like to wish a happy Father's Day to all! I've had an enjoyable day today; Jobina and the kids made me breakfast, gave me a new bike helmet, and then we went out to Boston Pizza with my parents). I hope everyone gets sometime today to reflect on the positive contributions fathers have made in their lives, not to mention our heavenly Father's as well.
I've been in class all week and working most nights so tonight we had a "family day." After an amazing supper by Jobina we all walked over to the park to hang out. On a whim, I grabbed a frisbee to take along. I don't know if ever really used that frisbee before, but I thought it would be fun to toss it around. Lately I've been pretty convicted about exercise (or my lack thereof), not because I want to lose weight, but for health reasons. Exercise is so good for one's physical and mental health that you have to be an idiot not to do it. Anyway, Jobina and I started playing frisbee. It was so much fun! For both of us! It felt so new and exciting and then I realized that it was; not once when Jobina and I were dating did we do anything physically active together besides going for walks. We've done a few outdoor trips together after getting married, but not many. Certainly nothing that would fit into the category of "kind of like a sport." This both excited me but made me sad at the same time. The whole time I wooed her we never played frisbee - all those missed opportunities! On the other hand, the idea of doing "sporty" stuff together in the future makes me smile. Discovering something new and fun to do together as couple is a blessing and gift from God.
I've been taking a class called Gender Issues this week. Today's discussion was on women's body image. We were talking about how most women hate their bodies and are much more preoccupied with their bodies then men. We found that as men in the class, it was difficult to relate and really understand what it is like to be a woman (even though the women tried); men do think about their bodies but seem to mostly be at peace with them. This is often not the case with women. Ironically, women high on the beauty scale have been found to not be statistically more happy with their appearance then women lower on the scale! Women hating their bodies profits many groups of people (fashion designers, diet industry, abusive men) but not women it seems.
I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but I love the TV show "Lost." Jobina and I wait for the season DVD to come out and then we "binge watch" them in the fall. A month ago I lent my Lost Season 1 DVD to my buddy Cole at work. "Be careful," I said," it's addictive." I've lent the DVD to others and they have really, really enjoyed it. Almost too much. Jobina and I once watched 5 episodes in row. It's kind of like crack cocaine . . .
A funny thing happened to me on Thursday night. I'm taking a course next week (Monday) at Prov called "Gender Issues" and the professor sent us an email on Thursday letting us know when the course was starting and ending each day. She also "reminded" us that our reading was all due (3 books), as well as two reading reports at the start of class on the first day. I say "reminded" because although I had the syllabus, I was an idiot and had not read it. The horror. I have three days (2 of which I work) to read 900 pages!! I am a pretty fast reader, but this will be rough, even for me. Wish me luck!


Three people, one of whom was a codependent, were in line to be executed at the guillotine. The first person stuck his head in the hole, the rope was cut, and the blade fell, only to stop an inch above the person's neck. The executioners saw it as a sign from God and so decided to let the person go. The next person put his head in the hole, the rope was cut, and again, the blade stopped an inch above the person's neck. That person, too, was released.As the codependent walked up for his turn at the guillotine, he turned to the executioner and said: "You know, I think I know how to fix that."
Codependency Test: Take this test to find out if you're helping people who need or needing people to help:
1. Do you feel demeaned, hurt or offended when someone you love tells you they don't need your help?
2. In the last year, has anyone resorted to arguing, begging or raising their voice to get you to stop trying to help them?
3. If you had plenty of money and your child, sibling or parent had an addiction to drinking, spending, gambling or drugs, and they asked you for money to help with their necessary expenses (food, rent, clothes, bills), would you give them the money?
4. When someone shares a life or relationship problem with you, but doesn't ask for help, do you offer help or advice, anyway?
5. When you survey your relationships, do you find yourself surrounded by mostly people who need you?
6. Do you ever find yourself making excuses for the needy people in your life?
7. If someone you love has a substance abuse, emotional, spending or gambling problem, do you avoid confronting them?
8. Do you measure your self-esteem by how much someone depends on you?
9. Do you ever remind people where they would be without you?
A. If you answered 'yes' to any of the above, read an article on codependency and monitor yourself for the next 3 months to verify your answers.
B. If you answered 'yes' to 3 or more of the above, you may have a codependency problem. Read the rest of this article, get a trusted friend who is independent of you to keep you accountable, and read a couple books on the subject of codependence.
C. If you answered 'yes' to 5 or more of the above, do 'A' & 'B' above and ask your friend to attend an alanon, narconon or codependents anonymous meeting with you. Personal counseling (which is almost always helpful anyway) might be useful to you.
May Light increase!
Scott Adams (the author of Dilbert) recently posted an interesting post on his blog entitled "The Golden Happiness Ratio." Basically he says that you can predict how happy people are – and perhaps how successful – by their ability to tolerate imperfection. The Golden Happiness Ratio is about 4/5ths right, also known as “good enough.” Once you achieve about 80% rightness, any extra effort is rarely worth the effort. Adams considers himself to be "a master" of the 80% rule, using his comic as an example. This made me think; is happiness really based on how successful you are and is that success based on doing things "good enough?"
From last Wednesday to Friday I was on an outdoor adventure. At 7:30 in the morning my bleary eyed friends Terry, Dawson, and I left on my first ever backpacking trip, located on the Tilson Trail loop in Riding Mountain National Park. It's very difficult to sum up such an experience in a short post, but I will attempt it. Here are some of the highlights: