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Gone, gone, gone

This blog officially doesn't exist anymore!
Ok, technically it does because I haven't decided what to do with all of the content here. But from here on out, I will basically abandon this site.
Here's why: https://plus.google.com/+TylerSmith/posts/BFJa1Mz77mo
Here's where: http://web-smith.blogspot.com/
Thank you so much for reading and participating on this blog. I hope you'll continue the journey with me on Websmith.
by Tyler Smith

What do I find?

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What do I find in a pile of mess? Nothing at all but clutter and stress. Stacks of paper piled high. These will be gone as soon as I die.
What's the value in things I hold dear? I gain nothing by having them near. Trinkets, gadgets, stuff all around. A mountain of sentiment on the ground.
I remember a wooden glider. A plastic ape. Baseball cards.
My father's trinkets inside a chest. As a child, I loved them best. How did I know my father's love? He showed me things from the shelf above.
He had once played and frolicked and run. I felt close to him, and we had fun. What do I find in a pile of mess? The power to love, connect, and to bless. by Tyler Smith

Galaxies

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I'm a big fan of beautiful, meaningful lyrics. Owl City is a favorite of mine because he is constantly making puns and playing on words. Sometimes, though, he skips the symbolism and overtly says things. That's not bad, either. Here's one of my favorites.
Oh telescope, Keep an eye on my only hope, Lest I blink and get swept off the narrow road, Hercules, you've got nothing to say to me, 'Cause you're not the blinding light that I need. For He is the saving grace of the galaxies (galaxies, galaxies, galaxies, galaxies) He is the saving grace of the galaxies (galaxies)
Dear God, I was terribly lost When the galaxies crossed And the sun went dark But dear God, You're the only North Star I would follow this far.
by Tyler Smith

Lost and found

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What's the craziest thing you've ever forgotten you had? 
I have a lot of quirks, but my tendency to hide things from myself and forget about them probably ranks among the more interesting ones. I think I did this subconsciously for a long time. A $20 bill here. A Taco Bell gift card there. But then I found a bank account with $4,000 in it that I had completely forgotten about for two years. True story. Ask me about it sometime.
Not only was that one of the more exciting days in my life, but it was also the day I realized that I seem to have a powerful instinct to plan for a rainy day. 
Today I had a much less lucrative find, but still an interesting one. An old blog with posts that go back as far as September, 2009. It was fun to read stuff from my old, forgotten self. But there's more! In the sidebar I found a link to yet another blog I had forgotten about! I think I'll scour them for decent posts and import anything worthwhile here. 
It's true what they say, ki…

Cooking and push ups

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Of all the habits I have been working to develop lately, two have come easier than most. Cooking my own meals and doing push ups. Both of these come as a surprise to me because they sound like things that I would fail to do no matter how much effort I put into them. 
I cook dinner about four nights a week, and I always make enough for lunch the next day. Let me clarify what I mean by the term "cook." 
For a meal to count as "cooked," it must come from basic ingredients and be brought into existence by me as I follow a recipe. I include that last requirement because I am quite used to preparing meals. It's just that most of them include three things, two of which are usually a tortilla and cheese. If I'm using a recipe, that means that I am making something I don't know how to make. This is good news. It means that the end result will generally consist of something more sophisticated than a bean burrito or a sandwich. 

Push ups. I hate them. But I hate …

Amazement and confusion

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The internet continuously amazes and confuses me. Seriously, it amazes me so much. My roommate and I went shopping with his mother recently. We wanted to know the dimensions of a California king size bed. My roommate pulled out his phone and asked Google Now. We expected a list of search results that we'd have to sift through to find the answer, but we got this instead...


This is just one example of how the internet blows my mind on a daily bases. But why does it confuse me?
It's so big. So vast. So comprehensive. So niche. So useful. All at once! There are opportunities to be had at every turn. Learning. Entertainment. Recreation. Collaboration. Communication. The internet fulfills the wildest dreams of anyone interested in self-improvement. I honestly feel like Irina Spalko in the fourth Indiana Jones movie--the Russian lady who wants to learn everything the alien race knows, but ends up getting her mind melted by the sheer enormity of it all. 

The internet confuses me becau…