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A New Blog! What!


Hey everybody!

So, I've decided to start a new blog. I am doing so for three reasons:

  1. I think I like Blogger better than Tumblr.
  2. I was inspired by the excellent work being done my friend Mitch, who has a blog on theology and comic books (which I will shamelessly plug here).
  3. This blog will have a slightly different focus than my previous attempt.

I have two reasons for writing this blog. The first is that I need some kind of creative outlet this year, since I will be working on a few big projects instead of several small ones. I need a bit of variety in my life. The second reason is that I know there are people out there, mostly in the Spokane area but other places as well, who would like to be updated on how I'm doing, what I'm learning, etc. etc. I'm not sure if they're just curious or if they're worried about my penchant for heresy, but either way the good intentions are appreciated. However, I do a terrible job of keeping people updated about my life, so I figured I could use this blog to give people at least some idea. So, if you have any questions, about my life or about what I'm studying or really anything else, please don't hesitate to comment/pester me about it. I hope to post something of mine every Thursday, with other quotes and such posted as I come across them.

Anyway, I'm relying on you all to remind me to post here if I become lax (and anyone is actually reading), so again: feel free to pester me and feel encouraged to comment.

I don't know when my first full post will be up, sometime between now and Thursday, but I do at least have a good poem from T.S. Eliot with which to start things up. Enjoy!

~Matt

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