Thirsty

... this is what you call "vaporware": Microsoft kills WinFS project . (ps - yes, this stuff is all I have to post, despite the ups, downs, and loop de doo's of "my" life. Maybe someday soon you'll get more. Maybe not.)

From the article... : More than 1,000 people now play on dozens of different teams in this city of 185,000. When people aren't playing, they come out with barbeques and ice chests to watch those who do. It has become the closest thing the city has to a community water cooler, a town hearth, drawing different social classes and racial groups together in a place where most people stick to their respective ZIP codes and political cliques. Community! (PS- I'm now glancing at CSMonitor.com occasionally due to a comment read at, of all places, Slashdot.org. Though it's owned and managed by a Christian church, they do solid, balanced, unbiased reporting, the journalists are not Church members. In exchange for an article that is a day or two later than the initial coverage, you get a well-researched, thought-provoking article. Not just emotion-provoking. Not that the above article is an example of such, as much as it is a great idea for community-building.)

Priest to spend 10 'nights on the tiles'

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Well I been thinking about how I got here I been counting my blessings I been counting the cost and I been counting the times that you my brothers and sisters have carried my sins on your backs like a cross  - excerpt from lyrics of The Cost , by J.T. Kelly

I share a bedroom with Peter Gaffney, who graduated from ND last year. We live in the Havard household with their awesome family of six. Robert-Michael was adopted from an orphanage in Russia when he was 2; he was non-verbal at the time and he now, two years later, spouts off question after question after question, also exhibiting an incredible memory. Mark-Allen has a poker face that can burst into a goofy smile and goofier laugh with just the right amount of provocation. He's turning 10 pretty soon, and is pretty intimidating from the little league pitching mound. Christen-Marie will surrender their new puppy, Coconut, to absolutely nobody for more than a few minutes. She's at that ackward 12ish age where the tomboy gets her in the pool before everyone else, and the mother in her is beginning to make some clumsy attempts to direct her younger brothers. Katie-Ann is a soft-spoken piano player who just completed her first non-homeschool year, an 8th grader at Trinity Sch