It's that old stand-by, the "It's been so long since I've posted" post.

Hey, it's been 13 months since last I update my blog. That's the way blogs are I guess, the personal, not lucrative, not monetized ones. I'm thinking about putting actual content up on my website, the website that is myfirstandlastnamedotcom and think I should link also to this blog or incorporate the blog directly into the site. If so I should start updating this sporadically at least and look into the archives and see if there's anything that needs to be scrubbed if I'm going to have my real name associated with the blog. Blahg blog blerg gosh that is still an awful sounding word. I think in a few years we'll have phased out the word for the most part as things just become tumblrs and twitter feeds and websites that update in reverse chronological order. And VH1 will have Michael Ian Black talking about blogs on "I Love the Aught's." Back five to ten years ago I killed a lot of time watching all the junk programming on VH1 and the MTV's and E! and whatnot...now I guess I spend that time watching sports and ESPN. All in all it's probably a move sideways, just as far as value and usefulness are concerned. Oh, what I was going to say was: even though I might scrub some stuff from my earlier posts, it's not like there was actually anything incriminating in there. I'm just pretty circumspect about revealing much about my interior life to (potentially) anyone and everyone. Which doesn't set me up to be much of a blogger, but I never claimed to be.

So...

It's been a long time since I posted anything. This is the 104,000,001th blog post that has ever begun with, "It's been a long time since I posted anything." I win nothing!

I stole fizzy lifting drinks! I bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so I get nothing! I lose! Good day, sir!

Haiti Disaster

Worse than a war zone, Haiti begins to recover | Worldfocus

People speak figuratively about laughing and crying at the same time. When I heard UNICEF spokesperson Patrick McCormick on a PBS news show note about Port-au-Prince, "I mean, this is a place where buildings collapsed even when there's not an earthquake," I literally cried as I laughed. Talk about dark humor.

The End of the 00s: Horrible Decade of Constant Terror Doesn’t Officially End Until the World Does, In 2012, by Ken Layne | The Awl

The End of the 00s: Horrible Decade of Constant Terror Doesn’t Officially End Until the World Does, In 2012, by Ken Layne | The Awl:

"...It's pretty much a hilarious 'mash up' of The Road and Idiocracy from here on out..."

Well-timed in a sense

The cusp of a new decade seems like as good a time as any to be beset by an existential crisis. But really there's no good time for an existential crisis. It has been a year since my last one, which is a better rate than my first twenty-odd years of existence, when the knowledge of the meaninglessness of said existence would cripple me every two weeks or so. Thanks, cocktail of psychoactive medication! But that's not much consolation at the moment. I'll just go back to bed, then, and hopefully be able to wake up for longer than an hour and a half by the time grad school starts.

More than just tip-toeing

I think I've become immoderate in my Calvinism. My heart positively delighted when during a video sermon John Piper bellowed, "If you get shot, God got you shot!"

English Stivvle Vizzle. Word for word, not though for thought. Word.

I received the ESV Study Bible I ordered yesterday. A full business day earlier than had been originally projected--big ups, UPS! (Do you see what I did there?) To say, with 2500+ pages of Scripture plus commentary, maps, tables, and illustrations in hand, that I am like a kid in a candy store would probably be to overstate my piousness/studiousness. Let's just say, my cup runneth over. By they way, why do bibles always have two columns to a page? Oh. Okay, then, now I know.