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vanity, thy name is human

current fixations:
lately i’ve been thinking about offering a life update, but i’m torn because this isn’t that kind of blog. the kind of blog this is aims to rebel against our image-saturated culture that insists on appealing to the short-attention-span-holding masses easily satisfied by junk media, 260-character tweets, photos of delectable breakfasts, tangerine sunrises and leather-bound classics and 17-second video clips. rebel by positing that a human being is composed of much more than portrayed and received pixelated images on the screen. that we are, more important that what is seen, a people that have thoughts, emotions, and eternity-deep complexities that we cannot understand nor are unable to unravel in a lifetime. that a picture paints a thousand words, yes, but thousands of words bursting from a complicated heart and mind that cannot be fully understood except by its Creator leave behind, so i would hope, a legacy. 

all that to say, my life update is my current fixations enumerated above. from there i would think that you can grasp--albeit not very fully, i’m sure—or at least take an educated guess as to what i’ve been thinking about lately, what my heart has been immersed in, what i am currently entertained by and where i’ve been finding my joy.
 
beyond that, i got nothin'.

well...tech shabbat starts soon. and boy, do i need it.

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