Bio
I'm a longtime software designer, with more than a decade of experience managing engineering projects relating to building automation, electric utilities, and an energy technology called demand response. I hold two patents related to energy management, and have filed for three more.
I'm the very proud father of a young woman with Down syndrome, and the owner of a sainted Welsh Pony named Skyz the Limit (both shown in my avatar). Annie and I drive Sky in 4-H shows; I'm a longtime 4-H leader, an instructor in therapeutic (carriage) driving for the handicapped, and recently retired from my role as a regional safety official with the U.S. (Three Day) Eventing Association.
I'm the music director of my church--I'm heavily involved with organ music using a virtual instrument library named Hauptwerk; I'm heavily involved with the Sibelius music notation application, and I'm very active in the user communities of both.
In 1979 I was an innocent, impressionable college student at Penn who fell victim to the enchantments of a stunningly beautiful Campus Crusade staff worker. Thirty-two years and three children later, she is still the woman I adore.





Re: Pentecost in Europe...well, Salzburg anyway
I'm staying up really late tonight, participating in the modern liturgical ritual of printing and binding the Pentecost liturgies so they're ready for church tomorrow.
We're a liturgical congregation in an evangelical Presbyterian denomination. We don't do a lot on Pentecost Sunday specifically--but with the new season come some substantial changes in the liturgy. Ten weeks from now we'll change it again--to what we call "Pentecost II"--just because people (read: the elders) get kind of bored singing the Benedictus to the same Anglican chant.
For me--producing the liturgies and editing all the music--this is the end of a couple of weeks of devotional bliss. I've been rehearsing and singing and modifying scores and rehearsing and singing and prototyping books and rehearsing and singing--it's a continual delight to revel in the music--and the poetry--of the Church from the dawn of printed music till today.
Humbly I adore Thee, Verity unseen,
Who Thy glory hidest 'neath these shadows mean;
Lo, to Thee surrendered, my whole heart is bowed,
Tranced as it beholds Thee, shrined within the cloud.
(Adore Devote, sung to Mode V plainsong)