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The Southern Ocean… According to Apple

Just like everyone else, I found Apple’s new train wreck release of iOS 6 maps bizarre. It’s rather unlike Apple to publish such an unpolished feature. The straight-line vector graphics look amateur when zoomed in and generally a step back from the Google maps. But worse than the lack of polish is of course the outright data errors. I can understand a misplaced town in an insignificant country such as the United Kingdom. But to misplace a whole ocean? I mean, it’s not like there’s that many of them to keep track of.

Here’s the evidence. You’ll also note the comparatively minor issue of a missing river. Minor compared to an ocean, anyway (on Google Maps):

However, before you hanker for the good old Google Maps, let’s take a quick look at the same location:

Looks good, river staying right where it belongs like a good little river, and the Southern Ocean has decided to skip town.  But there’s something different about that Derwent Park Rd: it seems to be a major through-road on Google Maps but is a dead end on Apple’s map:

Google should know it’s not a major through road.  Their Street View car even found the evidence. It’s a private road.  With a gate.

What’s the moral of the story?  Use Bing Maps?  Nope.  They include our little dried-up ocean, fortunately nameless, but also perpetuate that little issue with the closed road (and yes, both Bing and Google will happily direct you to crash through the gate, if you ask them for directions).

Still, I think Apple’s maps take home the prize!

How we told our girls about the new baby

A couple of months ago, we announced to our 5 and 8 year old daughters that Joey was pregnant.  I decided to make the announcement a little more interesting for them, and here’s what we did.  After a little initial preparation, I called the girls into the lounge room, and handed them an envelope.  I told them that they had to solve the riddle in the envelope and that would tell them where to look for the next clue.

Great excitement!  What an awesome game they both thought!

Without any further ado, the first riddle.

Gosh, that was a hard one to start with.  We suggested they dissect the riddle, and figure out what else a ripple could be called.  Bethany suggested a wave?  A tiny tiny wave?  A microwave?  The girls rushed to the microwave, and sure enough, inside it, was an envelope, with two sheets of paper. We instructed the girls to put the first sheet aside, and figure out the next riddle:

This one was easier, and Hannah (our younger), clicked to it: the toilet duck! And there, near the toilet, was an envelope!

By this stage, both the girls were getting the hang of it and both making lots of suggestions, and it didn’t take either of them long to figure out that perhaps they should look in the car for the next clue!

And with this one, the only stumbling block they ran into, was which sleeping loft?  They decided it couldn’t be theirs, because they had been playing in their room and hadn’t seen me coming in!  And the final envelope was in our loft.

They rushed back down with the final envelope to the lounge room where we were waiting, and put the four other pieces of paper together in order:

Their immediate response was, “But Mummy’s not having a baby!”  “I don’t believe it!”  “You are just joking!” It took us several minutes to convince them that it was actually true!

That afternoon, we told our parents the news, and the girls wrote their own riddle clues (which have unfortunately since gone missing) and did their own message for their grandparents!

Rainforest Walk

Once upon a time, there lived a child and a daddy. The child’s name was Hannah.

Daddy said to her, “let’s go to Myrtle Forest”.

“Yes,” said Hannah.  Hannah’s sister Bethany came too.

Daddy saw a ruin.  Hannah wanted to go in the trail to the ruin, but it had a gate in front of it, which meant that you couldn’t go in it.

They saw heaps of ferns and waterfalls.

 They started exploring the waterfalls and ferns.

They saw an old fern stump, and it had little green things growing on top of it, and it was mossy all over!

There was a pretty waterfall on one side of a bridge, and on the other side there was a creek which went under the bridge.

They saw some snow trees, which are trees that are kind of aqua, and if you are far away, they look like they are covered with snow.  Hannah had a small sprig off a snow tree.  She made a wish.  She wished that she could fly.  The wish hasn’t come true yet.

Hannah and Bethany hid in some hiding places.

There were beautiful views and lots of trees and creeks.

Here is a photo of the creek hidden behind the fronds of the ferns.

— The End —

Corrie: why is she a hero?

“Father sat down on the edge of the narrow bed. “Corrie,” he began gently, “when you and I go to Amsterdam-when do I give you your ticket?”
I sniffed a few times, considering this.
“Why, just before we get on the train.”
“Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we’re going to need things, too. Don’t run out ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need-just in time.”
― Corrie Ten Boom, The Hiding Place

Corrie Ten Boom suffered more than most of us ever will. And yet she was full of love. She had learned to live in the grace of God. Through the most devestating of circumstances, she depended on Him and His grace was sufficient for her needs.
If that bleak, black time comes for us, I guess all we have to do is ask our Lord for that grace. But perhaps the hardest thing of all is to do just that: it means giving up the hate and giving the hurt to Him, just to make that simplest of requests. No revenge, just forgiveness is all that can remain. He will help us, if we just once ask Him.
Corrie Ten Boom is one of my heroes, for she did not survive the most awful of times on her own willpower, or through determination, or even by being a super holy person. She is my hero because she was able to ask God for that grace.
I pray that I may be spared such sufferings. And yet, that if such sufferings come my way that He will protect my soul and not allow it to become hardened with resentment or hate. And that I can continually ask Him for that grace freely provided by the sacrifice He already made through His son, which purges our sins, and by so doing allows us to love those who have hurt us.

What value my life?

I sometimes ponder on what I value in my life. Or to put it another way, what it would mean to lose certain things. I go through the things, the activities, the people in my life and imagine what it would be to no longer have them there. My house? It’s a lovely house… We put a lot of effort into building it and I enjoy living in it. All the same, I can imagine not having it, and it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s a place to live and I thank God for His provision and yet I don’t feel bound to it. My car? Pfft. It gets us from A to B and the thing I value most about it is that it rarely goes wrong.

So how about my bike? I certainly enjoy riding it. But it just costs money to replace, and God has blessed us with enough money to buy a bike. I don’t feel so attached to the bike itself. Ok then, how about cycling itself?

I do love riding my bike. The challenges, racing and riding with mates, pushing myself physically, the exercise and the well-being it brings. And yet… I could let it all go, and my only real regrets would be losing touch with riding buddies, and the loss of fitness. I’d miss riding, but it wouldn’t destroy me.

My job, my career? The code I create — Keyman; the business I’ve poured myself into — Tavultesoft; and the relationships built, respect earned? I derive a lot of satisfaction from creating computer software: turning a concept into a tool that can really help people. So what if that all disappeared? My position, my abilities, my reputation, my creations? Would that devastate?

It would hurt. I’m sure it would hurt more than I can really imagine. And yet, I can imagine a world without this job. I can’t imagine what I would do, but I can imagine it.

And so as we cut closer to the quick, I start to draw back. All these various blessings of God — those that I take for granted through to those that I spend much of my waking life focused on — stripped away. Like Job. What if it happened to me? Can I really comprehend the pain of the loss of all that?

That pain. It would be as nothing to the loss of my family. That’s the one place I cannot imagine arriving at. The loneliness, my tether to reality severed, my life, my soul, spinning through the void. My wife and daughters: those who are so close and can infuriate, hurt, and exasperate. Those three people who bring such joy to me, a joy that others can only glimpse a pale reflection of when I post a comment on Facebook, or drop an email to them. Even to contemplate losing them stops my heart and starts a cold, cold hurt deep within.

I can’t imagine it. I shy away from the very idea. Job lost his whole family, everything, and yet he would not curse God, nor turn from Him. Do I have such a love for Him that I could continue to worship Him in the face of such devastation? To look for comfort, probably. To be angry with Him, almost certainly! But to worship Him? I don’t know, and my prayer is that He would not allow me to suffer to such a degree that I could come to doubt His love for me.

It is a selfish prayer. So many people in this world suffer such loss that I couldn’t bear. I sit here safe and contemplate this from the safety of my warm home, with my family around me, in a safe and comfortable country. Lord God, shatter me, make me dependent on You and You alone. I am too scared to ask this of You. But this is my tiny step of faith. I am like the father who asked Jesus “help me believe!”

Cruelly Tricked by the Library

So I borrowed a high brow British crime novel from the library. Ruth Rendell, An Unkindness of Ravens. Okay, maybe not very high brow. Here’s a picture.

It is sad that library technology has forced barcodes to be put on top of book titles or authors. 
I’m not very good at reading barcodes

Then I opened the book.

Note how classy that title is: the curlicue on the V is chopped off…

Um, what was that again? The Vampire’s Betrayal: Raven Hart? Trashy vampire romance? Twitch. Yeuch. The writing makes Twilight look sophisticated. I checked the cover again to make sure I hadn’t somehow, insanely, picked up the wrong book. But to no avail.

On page 27, the sloppy supernatural drivel miraculously transforms back into the erudite and innately British crime novel. But I am forever scarred.

I couldn’t bear to read page 27.  Who knows what I have missed so far?

I shall never again be able to open a Ruth Rendell novel without fear and trepidation.

Wallaby Frogger, or how to interpret Strava performance graphs

This morning I rode to work early, leaving home before 5:30am.  This meant it was still dark and the wallabies were still out clubbing.  Hundreds of them.  It was just like riding past a cinema when a movie finishes, with the happy cinema-goers (or in this case wallabies) crossing the road oblivious to traffic, easily stunned by bright lights.

I would have seen at least 100 wallabies in the first half hour of the commute.  Most of the wallabies were on the side of the road and I just watched them warily as I rode (slowly) past.  But 5 wallabies decided to cross right in front of me.  These wallaby interactions can be seen on the graph below.

Note the spike in heart rate coupled with the sudden drop in speed.  One way of getting a cardio workout I guess.  It really felt like a game of Frogger, albeit with a role reversal.

Heroes of Yore

I suppose, if asked to name a hero from the Bible, that many people would choose David. After all, he killed giants, wrote inspiring poetry, and became a glorious king. He represents the pinnacle of Old Testament Israel. But is that really what makes him a hero?

Over the last few months, I have been listening to Charles Swindoll’s book David, A Man of Passion and Destiny, on my bike commutes, and it has been an illuminating experience. David is, like just about every significant person recorded in the Bible, all too human. His passion is his strength and his downfall. The narrative in no way glosses over these failures, which is a big part of what makes the history so compelling. However, as a historical account, it is easy to miss the emotion and the import of key events.

Buried in the middle of a paragraph are a handful of words which I think represent David’s most heroic moment. These few words are uttered by David during the height of his reign as king, after the following story is related to him:

There were two men in a certain city, the one rich and the other poor. The rich man had very many flocks and herds, but the poor man had nothing but one little ewe lamb, which he had bought. And he brought it up, and it grew up with him and with his children. It used to eat of his morsel and drink from his cup and lie in his arms, and it was like a daughter to him.

Now there came a traveler to the rich man, and he was unwilling to take one of his own flock or herd to prepare for the guest who had come to him, but he took the poor man’s lamb and prepared it for the man who had come to him.

Do you know who told this story and why? It was told to David by Nathan, a prophet, after David slept with a married woman and subsequently had her husband killed (read the full story).

Now David was at the height of his power. His wrongdoing has just been uncovered by Nathan. It would have been well within his ability to have had Nathan killed. But he didn’t kill Nathan. Instead he stopped and said: “I have sinned.” Just step back for a moment and think about that. When is the last time you heard one of our political leaders take responsibility for their actions like that? How hard is it to admit that you are wrong; and even harder when you have every facility within your grasp to avoid it?  David didn’t even have an opposition party to denounce him: he was king and could do whatever he wanted.

That’s heroism.

Exploring Ridgeway Dam – a story by Bethany, Hannah and Marc

It was a beautiful sunny summer morning as we started off walking down the road and then onto a fire trail.  Bethany and Hannah were rather worried about snakes!  There were quite a few intersections on the bush walk, and at one intersection we took a trail that led us down a really steep hill.  Hannah was very tired.  But then we saw the dam wall looming over us and so we walked closer.

Bethany felt very scared, like the dam was going to fall on top of her at any moment!  

Bethany washed her hands in a trickle running down the dam wall, a trickle coming from a leak from high up on the wall. 

Hannah thought that it was very hot, but we had lots of water with us.

Daddy just took photos.  He didn’t seem scared.  (But was he?)

After spending some time looking at the dam wall, we climbed up a very steep and slippery path beside the dam wall, all the way to the top! 

All of a sudden, we could see the water in the dam and Bethany longed to dive in.

Unfortunately, a big tall fence stopped us, so we walked right around the dam, back up the hill and stopped at Ridgeway Corner for a picnic lunch.  Bethany was very hungry, so she ate her lunch in a matter of seconds.  Hannah had an olive, salami and cucumber roll.  Yum!