Given the company’s activities over the last 6 months, my faith and belief in their future has only grown stronger. I’m excited to become a part of Grubhub, excited to become a part of the team I’ll be joining, and excited for what comes next.
Liz and I visited Michelle and Mike on Sunday, and got the chnace to meet baby Fritz for the first time.
Saturday, Liz and I ventured into the attic with Bob to take another look at the ceiling above our office space. We were talking about potentially lofting the space, and wanted to get a better look at everything “up there” in the attic.
Today was my last day at The Nerdery. Though my tenure there was brief, I view it as a singular experience to have worked alongside so many incredibly creative and talented people.
As we were walking to work, she joked to me that of the various things she had on… the top was the
only thing that she actually purchased, and didn’t make. When I realized the extent to which her ensemble was all hand-made, I insisted on a photo.
You should really see things when the lights are first turned on, as the room has this kind of warm glow to it. Makes me feel like we’re a few tiki mugs away from opening up a bar down here.
It’s odd that I’m still so terrible at remembering some things – people’s names, for example. Or birthdays. But by god, there’s a small part of my brain that has expended considerable time and effort to allow me to remember that the password to access David Lightman’s imaginary school computer is ‘pencil’.
The Royal Game of Ur is a board game that’s at least four and a half thousand years old, and was played in the Middle East by the Sumerians. The rules itself are fairly straightforward, and the gameplay results in some surprisingly exciting scenarios.
We needed the covers off in order to be able to access the two slots, which is what’s used to fasten/mount them. On looking inside, I Was surprised to see that the lights were actually small strips of LEDs.
The group has a large collection of videos posted on YouTube, and it’s worth checking out. I’m not sure what I love more – listening to the covers or watching the bassist and piano player really getting into each song.
Got a little time in the basement yesterday with Liz, after work. She worked on marking the front basement area with the laser level, to determine where our lights are going to go.
And hey – a little Google search later, and I found a lot more information, the company that owns the truck, and a video to boot!
“No bad days.
Only good days and wasted time.
Death is coming.”
Spotted this on the way to work yesterday. It was disturbing to see what appeared to be a car accident, 10+ feet from the actual street/intersection and very clearly in an area designed for pedestrians (and bicyclists).
by Jill Alexander Essbaum is my season of defeat. Though all is green and death is done, I feel alone. As if the stone rolled off from the head of the tomb is lodged in the doorframe of my room, and everyone I’ve ever loved lives happily just past my able reach. And each time Jesus rises I’m reminded of…