I finally got the domain name "luti.org" transferred to me about a year ago, and vowed that I would put up a webpage and get people interested in it again. Well, I am a bad listowner, because I just put up the webpage a few days ago. There's not much detail on the page, just the original blurb Louie wrote years ago. This is by design, so that we won't be barraged by the usual suspects. There is a vetting process for new members, and follow the link on the webpage to get in touch with the owners, who will give you more detail.

We got more wedding pictures from our friend Paul in Michigan, who was present. You can see them here. There's a bit of text to make them intelligible. Paul's pictures are so much better than the ones we took I couldn't resist giving them their very own webpage.

I was raised to the sublime degree of Master Mason at a ceremony at my Lodge, Goliath, on February 22nd. By coincidence, that is the birthday of one of the more illustrious Masons in the United States: President George Washington. I am still a Masonic Twin, as I was initiated, passed, and raised with the same brother in every ceremony. I am now Goliath's webmaster (in a very small way) and our nascent website, along with an email address to get more information, is here.

Bad health seems to come in threes. On February 7th, two days after returning from a lovely trip to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand, I suffered a heart attack. Prompt intervention by the wonderful cardiac care staff at St. Thomas's Hospital here in London prevented major damage, and after an hour I was in the angioplasty lab undergoing an angioplasty and insertion of a stent. I came home after 5 days and have suffered no further ill effects so far.

Unfortunately, two weeks later a friction sore that I had suffered in Singapore but which we all had ignored because of the heart problem became badly infected. For this condition I needed to go to Kings College Hospital, where I received excellent care and four antibiotics to be taken for two weeks, including one injection (ouch!). The toe has now seemingly healed, and this problem may have been sorted out.

Third (and, I hope, last), I have come down with bronchitis after an unscheduled outing to a pub as a guest of our houseguest. The smoke, while not looking or smelling particularly bad, has had its usual effect on my lungs and I'm now suffering from this (but it seems to be improving.)

However, there is some good news: On February 14th, St. Valentine's Day, Wai-Liang and I became Civil Partners at a signing ceremony at Southwark Registry Office. Our good friends Ethel King and Mark Cato were our witnesses, and they and Mark's partner, Rob, had a small wedding dinner with us at our local Italian restaurant. We are grateful for the opportunity of becoming civil partners and now have two advantages from this: our anniversary will be difficult to forget, and we need only exchange one present and card on Valentine's Day, not two.

It seems that the Anglican Communion has been due for a new satire for some time now. The old "The Cat Sat on the Mat" one resurfaced recently in a venue I frequent, and I added some material at the end. It's here. I hope you will enjoy it.

Usability is a question that shouldn't be raised when buying a clock radio. After all, clock radios have been around for more than half a century and by this time one would think that any kinks in usability would be straightened out. However, the advent of DAB (digital audio broadcasting) here in the United Kingdom seems to have given designers an excuse to forget whatever they'd learned about how to design and use a clock radio. Although I bought one yesterday, perhaps it would have been a good idea to consult Holmes and Watson on the subject of DAB clock radios. Here's a little story that might both amuse and instruct.

I now have a blog. I've had it for a while and I'm finding it a good way to keep track of what I did and what I'm doing. Here's the link.