There's a small fire over at Bend There, Done That that sprung out of an IM conversation I had with Anna about sharing your passwords (to email, Facebook, etc.) with significant others.
My take is that it's not a big deal and certainly not a problem. If it happens, it happens.
According to the girls (Anna, Heidi and Jeanna), that's ass backwards. Like, sharing passwords caused the divide between Israel and Hamas.
What's your take?
More of Nina and David at Sergio's blog.
For those of you who don't have access to television right now, you can watch the AP live feed here.
And a reminder of this day's significance:
In observance of this holiday, I ventured to UrbanDictionary and found the following definitions for Martin Luther King Jr.:
I also reflected upon MLK's "dream." Some say that his dream will be realized tomorrow when the first president of color is sworn in.
I had a dream, too.
I had a dream last night that Amanda and I were skiing and trying to dodge Smurfs stuck in the snow. Every time we hit a Smurf it blew up into blueberries that floated up in the air.
I've felt closer to God these past Sundays.
This is mostly because I've been skiing and the mountains are obviously much closer to heaven than Ballard, which sits at sea-level. Duh.
I made a New Years resolution to go to church more often, or at least more than twice a year (See C&E). Fortunately, Crystal Mountain offers Mass on Sundays during the lunch hour, so this is an incredibly convenient way to go to mass... and would be a nice time to rest my legs, except Catholic Mass is much like doing squats.
I've actually enjoyed going to Mass up at Crystal. Scott (Catholic), Courtney (heathen) and Amanda (non-Catholic-aka-quasi-heathen) all join. The priests come from Seattle University and keep Mass incredibly short -- 30 to 40 minutes vs. 60 to 90 minutes. Also, the priests wear ski boots and relate their sermons to skiing and the mountains, which keeps the service much more interesting.
After church, you can't help but feel ready to get back up to the lifts because you know J.C. has your back.
Here are some pictures from the weekend:
