whoisbillw.

there's not really an easy way of saying this, so i'll just throw it out there: i have a drinking problem. it's a few months in the making, and i've nearly lost all control. but maybe that's the fluid painkillers talking: maybe i have lost all control. most of my friends and family would have never guessed, but it's painstakingly obvious to me. drinking started as a recreational thing, but it quickly evolved into a lifestyle. i suppose moderation is the key that i swallowed when i decided drinking could be used for any occasion.  i use it both for coping and for celebrating, and it's not healthy. which is weird, because it's extremely healthy. 

heyinternet.

old readers, new readers,
intentional clickers, accidental stumblers, welcome!
i haven't posted since school started,
but i'm hoping to change that soon.
"but hey, isn't this a post?"
ok yeah, but this doesn't count.
it's more of a filler than anything,
like a formal procrastination notice. :]
actually, no.
it's not just a filler.
i'm gonna make this one informative.
here's a little background to frame my next post,
watever that may be.

learningtosmile.

james, jesus' half brother, wrote a letter to twelve christian tribes who were scattered among the nations (vs. 1). the idea is that they were facing serious oppression and they were in dire need of some good old fashioned encouragement. james serves them a tall glass of this is how it is, saying to these poor and persecuted peoples that they should consider it pure joy when they face hardships (vs.2). while reading his letter, i'm sure this is the first of many times the tribes thought "but james, that's awfully silly." these people had been evicted from their hometowns, and through that process, all their dignity and possessions had been taken from them. silly indeed. and so it would be, if we quit right there. that's a very unsettling place to quit reading, so we choose to go on...

youhadtobethere.

wat kinds of pictures will you have in the photo albums that you show your kids?

lettersfromabasket.

the little lion
sat in a wicker basket
for a dozen years.

there he sat and watched
from his watchtower,
his safe wicker perch.

he could see the curve,
leaves and salt from east to west,
depth, from north to south.

rw&b.

nothing is quite as american as apple pie; that is, nothing except for freedom.

transparency2.

if you could send out a message to a large group of people. wat would you say?