I will not fall into the trap of posting nothing but apologies of not posting more. I unapologetically have not updated this blog in three, three and a half years, and I don't care if you care. By 'you' of course, I mean the one person who accidentally stumbled across this and is quickly navigating to something more interesting. I don't blame you, but it won't endear you to me very quickly.

I am currently living on the beach. I teach environmental science to school-aged children, and pretty much have one of the most rewarding jobs in the world, for what it's for. How better to spend a year off than on the beach?

God is teaching me a lot. He has granted me, in spite of how hard I begged Him not to, an opportunity to not even think about romance but to focus instead on my relationship with Him. He has taken me to a dark place where he can heal a lot of neglected heartbreak, and force me to forgive old grudges. It is amazing how much dirt we can pick up in our lives, kind of like we are always walking through sand with wet feet; we pick up more sand with each step. We need to wash the feet off, and then dry them so we stop picking up sand. The washing would be forgiveness, and the drying sanctification. Both are inconvenient when all you want to do is play on the beach.

The new Mute Math album is fantastic. Here is a sample of the wordsmithing.

Oh, why must I work so hard,
Just so I can feel like the nobles ones?
Obligations to my heart are gone,
Superficial lines explain it all.

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,
Facades are a fire on the skin.
Oh, I'm growing fond of broken people,
As I see that I am one of them.