Sunday, December 07, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Very close to Nellis Air Force Base
We passed the Nellis air force base where the 14 MW solar is installed. News about the Nellis solar project: here
A photo of three transmission lines heading south to LA on 395.
A photo of three transmission lines heading south to LA on 395.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Happiness
"Happiness only real when shared", supposedly the last entry in his diary based on the movie: Into The Wild.
-- Christopher Johnson McCandless
-- Christopher Johnson McCandless
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Bye Bye Beloved Car
A tribute to my old Camry:
I remembered giving away the '92 Camry when I was in Los Angeles in May 2008. O that car, full of memory. She's loyal to me even when I did not call her by name. Some even mocked and called her 'Jomblo Car', 'Junk', o poor her. She's nice to everyone.
I did not take any pictures, but fortunately google maps street-view retains a picture.
I remembered giving away the '92 Camry when I was in Los Angeles in May 2008. O that car, full of memory. She's loyal to me even when I did not call her by name. Some even mocked and called her 'Jomblo Car', 'Junk', o poor her. She's nice to everyone.
I did not take any pictures, but fortunately google maps street-view retains a picture.
Friday, March 21, 2008
When I survey the wondrous cross
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God,
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
(Taken from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_I_Survey_the_Wondrous_Cross)
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God,
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down,
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
(Taken from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_I_Survey_the_Wondrous_Cross)
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