The wolves are breeding the sheep.

Be sure you're answering the same question.

Several years ago, I read a short newspaper article that depicted the struggle western ranchers (particularly those with sheep) were having with the reintroduction of wolves.

At a townhall-type meeting, several government wildlife officials were presenting their plan to solve the problem of wolf attacks on livestock to a packed house of ranchers. They outlined how they were tagging wolves, and then selectively sterilizing them to reduce the population.

At the end of the presentation, the officials opened the floor to questions, and an elderly rancher stood up in the back. The wildlife official at the podium motioned for him to speak.

The rancher paused for a moment in the silent room, and then said, with a hint of confusion in his voice, “Son, you don’t understand. The wolves ain’t breedin’ the sheep. They’re eating ‘em.”

I was reminded of this during a recent heated discussion at work regarding a particular feature of a new app we are …

Ye olde transmission.

In about ten years, I can probably put North Dakota Pioneer plates on my vehicle. It is not a spring chicken.

The transmission has been leaking bit by bit for about six months. I tried to pretend it wasn't the transmission, because of my personally low GDP. Two years ago I tried to pretend it wasn't the brakes, but in the end I had to offer hundreds of dollars to the automotive gods. Last year, I drove through a summer that ended up being hotter than Hades without a working air conditioner. I finally had the cash money to get that fixed just in time for winter.

I set up an appointment at the service station where I get my car fixed. I am going to a conference in Medora this summer and that's a long, hot drive to make in a sketchy car that's leaking transmission fluid.

I drove my car to the shop the evening before, and my friend followed and took me home. Back in the garage, I looked at the concrete floor where my car had been parked. While I was accustomed to the slig…

"Breaking Free" From Beth Moore, And Women In The Church

But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;
-- 2 Corinthians 4:7-9 (ESV)
Women, you are a treasure.

That verse isn't talking about just women, obviously, but there are times where women in the church feel like, as a jar of clay, they are getting broken to bits not by God but by man.

In recent months, I've started the process of writing another book. This will be my third, and will be tentatively about my experiences blogging for twenty years, the stories that arose from that experience, and so on. Part of that will be about theoblogging (faith blogging), which unfortunately contains some of the ugliest stories and experiences of the lot.

In preparing and researching for this book, I've been reading books (many about women and the church, as that is a key issue in th…

A visit to the Ark Encounter.

Last fall I went to the Ark Encounter with a friend and my parents. We drove, and my parents had many hilarious photos taken of them by me. They are very patient and, by the time we arrived at the Ark Encounter, probably had a lot of personal compassion for what it would be like to be stuck with your family in a confined space for extended periods of time.

My poor parents. I mean, if you could see the photos...I took photos of them falling asleep in the car, falling asleep in the planetarium, falling asleep in the hotel lobby... Here's a photo of a photo. I'm that bad.

It was a fantastic trip with a variety of stops and adventures (including a glorious trivia tournament win on a ferry across Lake Michigan), but I want to talk about the Creation Museum and the Ark Encounter in this post. Each section below is a discussion of some of the different issues and reactions I have heard from people regarding these two attractions.

World Class Is Not A Lie
The Ark Encounter is often d…

ICQ, old internet.

I never thought I'd miss this sound.

Napster on dial-up overnight, then, after Metallica ruined that, on to LimeWire.

Ridiculous amounts of AOL discs and then CDs arriving in the mail in metal cases.

No social media, except Google Buzz, which was kind of cool for the short while it lasted. Socializing was in the comments sections of blogs.

Geocities, or you had to learn to write HTML. Blogging was a bit tougher to set up.

Blogrolls. Webrings. Tip jars.

Fewer ads, less corporate infestation.

Amazon only sold books (I still have the old bookmarks that came in those books).

Usenet, before Google Groups. Where I had rants about things like trying to design two versions of my website (using Frontpage, at the time) to account for people using the older Netscape Navigator 4.

Reading Clifford Stoll's The Cuckoo's Egg in one sleepless night.

Maybe because there was a slight barrier to entry, some know-how required, so that millions of people with millions of devices didn't swar…

Complainers be complaining.

Wondered what community based news looks like?

Is it a glorious level of truly local reporting in which concerned citizens report on the most important events and stories of their time?

Not really.

As it turns out, it is mostly a bunch of people complaining, with frequent bouts of serious logical failures.

I'm in a few Facebook groups which purport to be places where local residents can report news. Ideally they'd post about phone scams, suspicious activity in their neighborhood, lost/found pets and other items, and share news stories that impact the community.

Some folks actually do this, to whom I say thank you.

Those types of posts work well for the most long as you don't spend too much time in the comments section.

There has to be some kind of mathematical formula for calculating how far a comments section has veered off topic and into baseless insult based on the number of comments, the time the comments were left in comparison to when the post happened, how…

Helm's Deep, the rise and fall of the American empire, and April 20th.

April 19: Dikes break in Grand Forks and start the Flood of 1997, Oklahoma City bombing, Branch Davidian compound in Waco burns, American Revolution begins.

April 20: Columbine school shooting, Deepwater Horizon rig explodes, and...

I present this, the future of this nation a.k.a. why a future invasion of America will be highly successful with little resistance.

I saw this image posted on Facebook with the following lead-in: "Lots of stuff for the kids to do, be sure to swing by the capital tomorrow, there will be live music, and yoga classes. A bunch of free giveaways."

Fun for the kids. Free yoga.

I notice that some group calling themselves Helms Deep will be performing.


What I'd like to know is how well these folks think the Battle of Helm's Deep would have gone had the Rohirrim been all busy with marijuana, mellow with a case of the munchies, insisting that pot was totally innocuous and is the only plant or substance on the face of the earth that would cur…