Some good things end, others, well...

I started this blog primarily because a friend of mine was using hers to promote her jewelery-making business. At the time she was following other hip and trendy bloggers who inspired her to look beyond her extracurricular work life and into her real life. That in turn inspired me, and well, this blog began. Shortly afterward, I recognized the usefulness of having my own blog dedicated to my work as a technical communicator, web programmer, and multimedia aficionado, and hence the idea to merge my business and personal sides was born. While I managed to move my Tablet PC Blogs pages into the new system, I didn't want to move this one. Many of the ideas I expressed here were so blogger-specific that it didn't make sense to move them elsewhere. This deep-thinking, tech-loving, writer, artist, musician, husband, father, and average joe now travels his headspace in a different world. Truly, Jake the Spud has left the building.

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Does United 93 truly honour the families?

I got a spam message this past week from Motive Entertainment. They wanted to explain the controversy of the 9/11 feature film United 93. I remember shortly after the event, a book about the passengers banding together to overtake the hijackers was written by Lisa Beamer, housewife, mother, and widow to passenger Todd Beamer.

Out of courtesy, I thought I'd search for any response from Mrs. Beamer on the film. My eyes teared over as I read an editorial published Apr 27 2006 written by David Beamer — Todd’s father. The title says it all: “United 93 The filmmakers got it right.”

Here’s the link sent with the original email I received: www.U93.org. I know what I believe. You owe it to yourself to see what you believe.

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From the Mouths of Babes

Today was a pinnacle day in our home. I placed my daily call from the office and had a lovely chat with my wife. My timing could not have been more perfect. She had just finished securing the straps on both our boys’ diapers, and they were also all dressed and ready for business. Then my 22-month-old decided he wanted to talk on the phone.

My wife gave the phone to my baby son, who sat there and listened all the while being prompted by both his mommy and me to say something. You could hear a deep thought welling up in his belly. Just like the sound a camera flash makes as it builds up enough charge to light a room.

Finally it came, (and very much well worth the wait) — “I love you daddy”.

Aw, who wants to go back to work after a momentous event like this?

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