h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's Wednesday. All day.

Until you spray the Doom under the furniture you don't know what lurks beneath. "Further Into Christ" should be my motto. I've just spent the last five minutes giving Melinda a taste of my teaching but she is going to have to begin again because I've rebooted her. First we die to our sin, then we die to ourselves; and that's where the fun really starts.

I've done one major job today. There is another one I should do, but I can't face going out again in this heat. It's nice, the heat, I love it; but when I get home I pour sweat like some kind of Ukrainian and it isn't very nice, hence I say, in this heat. My clothes are going to require replacing with freshly laundered ones and I've only been wearing this T-shirt for about 2 days. I usually like to get at least a month's wear out of a fresh new T-shirt.

Anyway so, the Study PC is working again. At the cost of R500 + a new USB cable. They still don't have any hubs in stock.

All the doctrines I need are there: they are all ultra-Biblical - I use only the very simplest Gospel messages - and it's there both under the aspect of Bible quotation, as well as under the aspect of theology.

I am enjoying today very much indeed.

I see it takes just over 9 hours to fly from Johannesburg to Tel Aviv. Now I have to find out when the El Al flight is from Jo'burg to Tel Aviv. Nine hours isn't that bad. Better than 12 which is London to Cape Town.

I am also coming round to using the touchpad on the Ultrabook and the Acer. I am also considering loading Ubuntu 14.10 on the Acer because it's got a touch screen and that might work interestingly well on the Acer.

I'm downloading Ubuntu Gnome 14.04 for the Acer.

Right, I am about to install Ubuntu Gnome 14.04 on this machine.

It was the worst OS I've ever used. I will wipe it.

I learnt today that I was adopted and that I am Jewish. That explains SUCH a lot, not least my looks, and everything about my life and the intensity of my magnetic attraction to the Jews, my brothers. It explains my spirituality. It explains my mind. It explains my mind's relationship to my spirituality. It explains why I love the way I do. I kind of intuited it anyway. No other explanation to explain my own distinctive spiritual makeup.