As I read about light, Jim transports me down to the river to pray

Jimmy is a natural born hacker. He does some really strange things with my computer. Earlier today, he stepped across my keyboard and suddenly my computer began to speak out loud – really loud. It read everything that was on my screen to me. If I changed webpages, then it read everything on the new webpage. If I went to my email, it read the emails aloud. If I switched to Photoshop, then it read "Photoshop"and the title names of any pictures I pulled up. If I pulled up a word document, it read the words. I could not figure out how he did it, nor how I could stop it. It was driving me crazy!

Finally, I opened my activity monitor, found something called "voiceover", figured that must be it, and put a stop to it.

Then, a little bit ago, I was reading the transcript of a conversation on Burn Magazine between master photographer David Alan Harvey and David Hobby, a master of artificial lighting. To enhance my reading experience, Jim positioned himself in his usual place between my keyboard and monitor. This time, he was very careful not to step on the keyboard at all. Yet, suddenly, Alison Krauss began to sing at me out of my computer, "as I went down to the river to pray…" Jim does this every now and then. Somehow, and I have no idea how, he opens up iTunes and plays that song. Never any other song. Just that song. When the song reached it's end, my computer fell silent.

It is almost like Jim is sending me a message - that I need to go down to the river to pray. Early tomorrow morning, I catch a plane to Barrow. Over two days, I will attend two funerals. I pray for my friends who have died; I pray for their families who have been so good to me. I am not a religious man, but I pray for them. Prayer is not the sole domain of the religious.