Been at my new job three days now. I have 2 22″ 1680×1050 monitors attached to my PC and I’m not quite sure what to do with all those pixels other than have a really wide Visual Studio editing window. Cambridge is nice, and there’s a Greene King pub and an Adnams pub within a stone’s throw of our office, and both seem to be frequented with almost alarming regularity by my colleagues, so things are good so far. Not really enjoying the commute so much, but that’s because I’m staying with my parents in Norfolk until we get our place nearer to Cambridge when Naomi moves down in a week and a bit; it’ll be much better when I don’t have to sit in a big queue on the A11 at Elveden twice a day, every day.

I’ve missed the countryside. Went for a lovely walk along a lane this evening and saw fields and trees and wildlife. It was wonderful.

It is with no small amount of pride that I note that my photos of the A56 Cycle Path of Doom have been recognised by the fine people at the Warrington Cycle Campaign and they’ve made it their choice for July’s Facility of the Month. Hopefully someone from Manchester City Council will be around to pick up the award sometime soon, which they can display for all to see, in a nice display case, right in the middle of the cycle lane.

I could say that I’m skeptical. I could say that it’s possible for God to work through all things, and that He works in all sorts of mysterious ways. I could say that I’ll reserve judgement until I see whether there’s a massive increase in people helping the poor and homeless, inviting prostitutes into their home (I mean, other than for the usual reasons), sharing their belongings, giving their money to charities, ditching their gas-guzzling SUVs, and generally being more loving, faithful, fruitful people, as one would expect if this really is a massive move of the Spirit.

Or, I could just link to this video of Todd Bentley kicking a guy with stage IV metastatic colon cancer hard in the gut and say nothing.