Archive for October, 2009

Expandable maternity dresses


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Ingenious money-saving device for dads. Made in Columbia by middle-aged women.


The weirdo

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Wierdo pillow cover. Made me laugh.

Mornings with Lukas (Part 2)

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Part of the lyrics from 'Black' by Pearl Jam.

When Part 1 appeared in Aug, Lukas was a very different person. He is currently being potty-trained and has picked up a few new words (like “No”, “Cannot”, “Don’t want”, and my favourite, “I said ‘No’, daddy!”).

We’ve also found out that he is an excellent negotiator: “I make pee pee come out get one gummy, make poo poo come out get two gummy, ok? Ok daddy? Three gummy!”. If President Obama ever needs help resolving disputes in the Middle East, well, I know the perfect candidate.  

So now Lukas is in the hall wondering what to do while both parents have gone back – but are actually only pretending – to be asleep. He goes to his little chair and table, and takes out his magic pens. Then he gloriously colours two – sometimes three – fingers with shades of blue, green, red and whatever colours that happen to be within reach.

Laine gets up, and makes her way to the bathroom.

Laine comes out of the bathroom having taken her bath and changed clothes. It still surprises me how fast she does this. She leaves the lights on and will later blame me for forgetting to switch it off.

Lukas asks for his vitamins and demands that only daddy gives it to him. If mummy tries to, he’s not taking it. I have no idea why he does this and make a mental note not to skip parenting classes.

Breakfast is ready. Laine places Lukas’s breakfast (along with some milk or a honey drink) on a tray and brings it to his little Ikea table. The 3-year old pulls out a chair for himself and one for daddy. He insists daddy eats with him and won’t start otherwise.

I have to get up from my slumber or somebody will go hungry, and another person will make a comment about me “not spending enough time with the kid”.

I sit down and we pray. Lukas usually takes the lead these days and proceeds to give thanks for his toys, books, friends, food, and then asks Jesus to bless mummy, daddy and himself; and to teach us His ways. Amen.

A note from Will


I hope this Will chap lives around my neighbourhood.

What every office needs

Been working really late for the past three weeks. One of these days, when nobody’s looking, I swear I’m gonna replace the chairs in our meeting rooms with a range that will guarantee shorter, more efficient meetings. The Slightly Uncomfortable Chair Collection was designed by the Sid Lee Collective, part of the Sid Lee advertising agency.



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Resurrection by Peter Callesen

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Detail from Resurrection. Media: Acid free A4 115gsm paper and glue

What kind of world do we live in where Marge Simpson is the Playboy centrefold? Where people (in Hong Kong) live in squalid cages? Where millions, if not billions, more are trapped in cages they can neither see, touch nor understand? If the church is to remain relevant, we need to reach those outside in a way that is both meaningful and respectful. I like the following excerpt taken from Page 46 of Pop goes the church:

The problem is not our heart. It is not our intentions. We are ignorant. We don’t mean to be ignorant, but we are. We have a disease called “The Curse of Knowledge.”

In their book Made to Stick, brothers Chip Heath and Dan Heath expand on this term, “Once we know something, we find it hard to imagine what it was like not to know it. Our knowledge has ‘cursed’ us. And it becomes difficult for us to share our knowledge with others, because we can’t readily re-create our listeners’ state of mind.”

We are cursed with church knowledge. We know the basics of the Bible. We know where to park our car in order to exit quickly. We know where the bathrooms are located. We know the songs. We know when we are supposed to clap after a song and when we should be reflective. We know what the pastor means when he says, “Just as in the days of Noah…” We know we ALWAYS sing verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, chorus, repeat last phrase, again, one more time. We know God is faithful AND all things work out for good AND sometimes God answers prayer by telling us to wait AND when God closes a door he sometimes opens a window AND a thousand other silly slogans which look good on a bumper sticker but mean nothing to people who do not know.

The problem is we have no memory of what it is not to know. And so our churches, led by people plagued with the curse of knowledge, provide experiences and design services that feel right to people who know stuff but totally miss the boat when it comes to people who don’t…

The curse of knowledge disables most of us (who have been in church for years) from being able to hear our message in the same way as someone who has no room for church in their lives. It also keeps us from hearing the teaching of Jesus in the same way someone who did not grow up in the church hears the same words.The curse of knowledge keeps us from being able to see that we are not communicating.

You say, “I’m speaking in English. Everyone in my community understands English. I’m speaking in their language. Right?” Not necessarily. Speaking the right language is more than the words that are spoken. It is about context, timing, previous experiences, and culture.

Tom’s story

When Laine and I started a t-shirt company, we had no idea where it was going to take us. Many thousands of dollars spent and a few t-shirt sales later, we still have no idea. In our hearts – ok, somewhere way at the back – we know we have an obligation to give back to society.

How do we make it happen? It’s been oft repeated but the internet has changed everything. That, and cheap airfares. The former showed us a world in need. The latter made it accessible. In 2006 an American traveler, Blake Mycoskie, befriended children in Argentina and found they had no shoes to protect their feet. Wanting to help, he created TOMS Shoes, a company with the audacious goal of matching every pair of shoes purchased with a new pair given to a child in need.

Blake started with 250 pairs – since the village he visited had 250 kids. He wasn’t sure if anybody would buy the shoes, not with Nike, Adidas, Converse and the like producing much better pairs. The Los Angeles Times thought otherwise and ran a story on their front page. By 4pm that day, there were 2,200 orders on Thankfully, it didn’t stop there. Together with family, friends and staff, Blake returned to Argentina later that year with 10,000 pairs made possible by caring TOMS customers.

Can we use the purchasing power of individuals to benefit the greater good? We can. We must. It’s not just us – people everywhere want to be part of something that is good. The next few years is going to be exciting.