Monday, October 15, 2007
Fresh start
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
It's Saturday
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Fun with wiring
Vick, a brilliant field engineer who has contributed his significant engineering skills to the wiring of the Allen-Bradley chassis, will help me to add the extra wire to the chassis; he has already pointed out the missing return wire I overlooked.
A new commitment
My new commitment: write an entry in this blog everyday for a month without skipping a day.
This is to test my patience. Can I do it? Will I be able to find an interesting topic to talk about everyday for a month? I don't know. I have not tried it yet. In the past I have started a few blog site, but never looked back to do the writing. This time should be different. I should force myself to continue once a day. For some people it seems so easy for them to use words to express their thought and feeling. For me it's not that easy. But I'm not sitting here to complain about myself. I'm on a mission to improve my writting skill in this blog.
Let's meet again tomorrow.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Thử viết tiếng Việt
I tried to post in vietnamese; but the text does not display correctly. So I deleted it.
Sterling Hayden
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... cruising, it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone. What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?