A Pre-Real Post

So much for posting regularly. My problem, as with everything, is that I get too many ideas I want to write about, but when it comes time to actually sitting down and organizing myself and structuring my thoughts, I get too overwhelmed and then don't even bother starting. Bah.

Anyway, if anyone is interested, some real posts are coming. But it's the last couple weeks of school and there is much to be done.

Also, I have music. On my blog.
That's right--music.

And no, it isn't set to autoplay (obviously, since there is no music playing), because I despise websites with autoplay. There's nothing like being in a public place, going to a website with autoplay, and discovering that the computer you are using has the volume set to "Maximum Destruction Possible". It's just awkward.

I was first using this program called Stickam, but it was so horrible I would cry myself to sleep on a semi-regular basis. So I smartened up, got radio.blog, found a good (read: free) web host (if you're looking, check out this one), and voila -- some music to listen to while you critique my soul...er, posts.

Be back soon...

The Meaning of Life

I saw that the meaning of life was to secure a livelihood, and that its goal was to attain a high position; that love’s rich dream was marriage with an heiress; that friendship’s blessing was to help in financial difficulties; that wisdom was what the majority assumed it to be; that enthusiasm consisted in making a speech; that it was courage to risk the loss of ten dollars; that kindness consisted in saying, “You are welcome,” at the dinner table; that piety consisted in going to communion once a year.
This I saw, and I laughed.

--Søren Kierkegaard

Good News For Idiots Like Me

How unutterably sweet is the knowledge that our Heavenly Father knows us completely. No talebearer can inform on us; no enemy can make an accusation stick; no forgotten skeleton can come tumbling out of some hidden closet to abash us and expose our past; no unsuspected weakness in our characters can come to light to turn God away from us, since He knew us utterly before we knew him and called us to Himself in the full knowledge of everything that was against us.

--A.W. Tozer

Confessions

For some reason (also read: Because they hate me,) Blogger deleted one of my posts, without so much as a warning (eg. "Dear Kyle, we are deleting your post. Love Blogger.").

But instead of trying to remember what I said and rewrite it, I'll give you the gist:

There's a really interesting, thought-provoking website called MySecret.tv - people post their confessions on all kinds of topics, such as addictions, eating disorders, gambling, porn, adultery, etc. And they don't hide behind euphemisms either - they just spill their guts.

What I personally liked about the site was that, unlike other websites with similar concepts, it didn't feel over-sensationalized. It's pretty raw - really hurting people writing about their failures. I spent a couple hours the other night reading a lot of them, and it really broke my heart. Which, like I said in my other post that was horribly and mercilessly deleted, I think I needed.

(You know, that was pretty much exactly what I wrote the first time. Amazing.)

Morning, afternoon, evening—the hours of the day, of any
day, of your day and my day. The alphabet of grace. If
there is a God who speaks anywhere, surely he speaks
here: through waking up and working, through going away
and coming back again, through people you meet and
books you read, through falling asleep in the dark.

--Frederick Buechner