My grandfather

My grandfather, my son, and me. Bentley, KS. May 2014.
My grandfather, my son, and me. Bentley, KS; May 2014.

Paul Pribbenow.

Son, brother, husband, father, uncle, grandfather, great grandfather. Farmer, veteran, gardener, candy maker, tinkerer. A maker before being a maker was a thing…

Born on 16 December 1916, he passed away on Friday, 27 March 2015.

He was my grandfather, and one of the coolest people I have ever known. I consider myself blessed to have known him, and I am incredibly grateful that Ian and I were able to stop and see him on the way home from Oklahoma last spring.

Seven Years

Yesterday, we celebrated seven years with Li. Seven years…

Sort of a mind-boggling figure in some ways.

Part of that celebration was looking back at what led up to that day in Nanchang, and the days and weeks immediately after, both through the lenses of our collective memories and through what I captured here (which was a great reminder to me of why I occasionally scribble something here and a strong encouragement for me to continue doing so).

A bit of interesting work

I’ve had a couple of interesting days, stretching some mental muscles:

  • Finally digging into creating some Alfred workflows to streamline common stuff I do on my Macs. I’m just scratching the surface of what workflows are capable of, and just getting started.
  • Spending some time digging into using SQL Server’s XML handling capabilities to shred highly-structured XML into relational data. Kind of mind-warping, but an interesting challenge. Definitely learning, and fairly impressed with the speed.