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Fitness Update: Viral Reboot

For those of you who.  are regular follwers of “Be Swift Be Precise” you will have notice a real oddity this past “long” weekend: The blog has gone postless for three days.

This breaks a string of unbroken posts for at least two years or longer. The reason, quite simply, relates to my physical fitness, yet also to many of the more subtle pieces of the fitness balance.

Wednesday evening I had an idea for the Thursday post, shot up a headline on my draft board, and didn’t get any farther. Tiredness and a slight chill sent me to bed early. Thursday, I got online, for work only, but didn’t hit anything personal. By the end of the day I was in a bout with a full viral assault that the doctor on Friday morning assured me wasn’t the flu, but the distinction didn’t really matter to me that much. I didn’t personally complete the Thursday post you saw — I dictated and my “stenographer” did the actual web access. Thus from Wednesday night until I came back up finally on Sunday afternoon, I was entirely devoid of web presence, given or received.

It might be a slight use of hyperbole to claim that I approached a sometimes hallucinatory state during times Thursday evening and Friday, but I did have very curious dreams, that brought up interesting correlations of data and personal history. Being disengaged from the net was probably a wise thing during this time, if I could have even thought enough to make the attempt to engage.

All this, of course, has occurred during a time when I am very busy with several new demanding projects happening all at the same time. So now that I have, practically speaking, lost almost an entire week’s forward progress of my life that I need to reacquire, I have to come to some triage decisions of how to make that happen.

For health, I cannot start out to fast. I said I came up on Sunday afternoon, but that doesn’t mean I emerged completely whole and hale. Until I have my full energy, I need to use only the energy that I currently have.

So, while I get some of the other pieces in place, it may be a week or two before I get back to the daily posting schedule. I don’t know whether the weekly feature days or the special topic days will emerge first — it may be mixture of the two depending on where the space and energy emerge — but the daily posting schedule will arise again.

For the other parts of my life: work obviously will slide right back into its regular slot; school will have to be fit in along the cracks, and found a way to get completed and caught up, since I started a week late and am now practically two weeks behind.

Church will be there, to attend, and to immerse in.

Somewhere I need to get my “personal” reading time in — which has almost exclusively been the book club book for the past couple years. Since I was offline, I tried reading the hard-copy book during my down time. My brain power could manage a measly 20-30 pages a day.

Everything done, in its time, with a buffer planned somewhere for more of the unexpected. The ride for the next couple of weeks and months could be interesting.

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A Tale of Three Packages

My old trusty Sony handicam died suddenly last week. So we went out to Best Buy and replaced it with a Canon. I am loving the new camera, although learning to handle it’s extensive function through its 288 page PDF manual is a little daunting.

The one way the new purchase set me back, besides money, is that the new camera came with one battery and no external charger. I had picked up an extra battery and external charger for my Sony. So I went online to order an extra battery and external changer for the Canon. By the time I got done, with a multitude of options, I had ordered two extra batteries, and one external charger, same Amazon retailer, separate packages.

On Wednesday morning, I saw an email that my package was going to come between 3:15 and 7:15 that night. Less than an hour later, around 11 am, my daughter brought in the mail with a big padded vanilla envelope. It had the external charger. I thought, “Wow, that is early for when they predicted!”

Why the legal or larger  size envelope for the 1x1x2 inch charger, I do not know. I unpacked the charger, and took the battery that came with the camera to confirm that it fit. It locked in beautifully. Getting it off was rather interesting. It does that fine, now.

Around 2 o’clock, another package arrived, about 4x8x2, and I thought, “Ah, this is the package for the batteries!” But it was from Target, for Elizabeth, and when she opened it up, it was a free gift of a speciality shaving razor.

Around 6 p.m. a third package arrived. We heard the knock-thump of the UPS man dropping the package on the front step. About 12x6x8 inches. It had those huge bags of air in it, and a heavy plastic bag wrapping up the two batteries, shoved against one edge of the box. The air bags were obviously not meant to cushion the batteries, just meant to keep them from moving in the box. It was a lot of box for very little battery.

Thus was our little episode, and the tale of the three package day.

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#261: Trust and Obey

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)


When we walk with the Lord In the light of His Word,

What a glory He sheds on our way!

While we do His good will He abides with us still,

And with all who will trust and obey.


Trust and obey – For there’s no other way

To be happy in Jesus But to trust and obey.


Not a shadow can rise, Not a cloud in the skies,

But His smile quickly drives it away

Not a doubt nor a fear, Not a sigh nor a tear,

Can aide while we trust and obey.



Not a burden we bear, Not a sorrow we share,

But our toil He doth richly repay;

Not a grief nor a loss, Not a frown nor a cross,

But is blest if we trust and obey.



But we never can prove The delights of His love

Until all on the altar we lay,

For the favor He shows And the joy he bestows

Are for them who will trust and obey.


Then in fellowship sweet We will sit at His feet,

Or we’ll walk by His side in the way;

What He says we will do, Where He sends we will go –

Never fear, only trust and obey.



Posted in Education, Gonzaga University

Road to Thesis: Conference Call

Well I turned in the first written assignment for the Master’s Thesis last night just before midnight: The One-Page Proposal.

This afternoon I got on a conference call with the lead professor and three other students to go over the professor’s notes and comments on our proposals.

I started my proposal by pulling the salient elements from by Literature Review I put together for the penultimate class last spring. It included this summary line:

In computer-mediated communications, how do contextual codings affect work productivity in the United States to India cross-cultural environment?

There were some issues we discussed about the project, which I cannot detail here because of work confidentiality, but when it got done, I found my root topic getting pointed in a different direction. Instead of a research paper, I will look at a best practices project.

The sketch is rough right now, but it would be more about creating training  modules to help businesses avoid pitfalls and establish best practices where computer-mediated communications is concerned.

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#260: Is My Name Written There?

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)


Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold –

I would bake sure of heaven, I would enter the fold.

In the book of Thy kingdom with its pages so fair,

Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, is my name written there?

REFRAIN (vs. 1+2)

Is my name written there On the page white and fair?

In the book of Thy kingdom, Is my name written there?


Lord, my sins they are many, like the sands of the sea,

But Thy blood, O my Savior, is sufficient for me;

For Thy promise is written in the bright letters that glow,

“Tho your sins be as scarlet, I will make them like snow.”



O that beautiful city with its mansions of light,

With its glorified beings in pure garments of white;

Where no evil thing cometh to despoil what is fair,

Where the angels are watching – yes my name’s written there.

REFRAIN (vs 3)

Yes, my name’s written there On the page white and fair;

In the book of Thy kingdom, yes, my name’s written there.



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The Thesis

Since I began my Master’s degree in January 2014, I have spent a significant amount of time blogging about various classes and reading for my degree.

But I’ve taken a break from the program for almost a year, due to work considerations. Yet today, I am suddenly back in gear. Starting the class late, but aiming to finish it up by spring.

This is the capstone course: writing the Thesis. Despite all my preparations, I feel like I have no idea how to get it done, yet also feel confident that it can and will get done.

My catch-phrase I started at work is going to hold me in good standing here: “Let’s Pool Our Ignorance”.

So this weekend I will be writing up my 1 page initial proposal and see where that goes.

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A Blast of the Past #132: Pastor Mike’s Graduation

During the past two years we had been attending Cornerstone Wesleyan Church, it’s pastor, Mike Ennis, had been attending Seminary in Kansas City.  Today’s blast of the past recalls the celebration everyone at Cornerstone had when Mike finally completed his degree and graduated.


It was also the beginning of an ending as well. Now that Mike had completed his degree, he soon moved to a church that could support both he and Lexa and pastors, instead of just the one of them as a pastor. It was important to him that they both be fully realized as pastors in ministry, which meant that they were soon to leave Cornerstone.

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#259: The Rock That Is Higher Than I

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)


O sometimes the shadows are deep,

And rough seems the path to the goal;

And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep

Like tempests down over the soul!


O then to the Rock let my fly, (let me fly),

To the Rock that is higher than I; (is higher than I);

O then to the Rock let my fly, (let my fly),

To the Rock that is higher than I!


O sometimes how long seems the day,

And sometimes how weary my feet;

But toiling in life’s dusty way,

The Rock’s blessed shadow, how sweet!



O near to the Rock let me keep,

If  blessings or sorrows prevail;

Or climbing the mountain-way steep,

Or walking the shadowy vale.