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Monthly Archives: October 2013

An Open Letter to People Who Write Open Letters

We are not going to solve Miley’s problems with open letters. It’s not our job to solve her problems either, since we actually know little about her.

Indie Rock Cannot Die

Allow me to offer a new definition for indie so perhaps we can better understand TV on the Radio, Spoon, Lorde and Haim: indie is not so much a sonic template as it is a word to describe a cultural economy.

No News Could Be Good News

Despair-induced paralysis is a real problem and a primary cause of societal apathy, and while it would be unfair to blame news-blasting, I think it’s safe to say that it doesn’t help.

Reflections on Singing and the Budget Shortfall

Alumni Choir has meant a lot to me. It’s been a source of comfort and joy during difficult times. A relief from stress during busy weeks. A chance to spread joy and peace to others.

The Music Is Enough

At the time this post is published I will have jumped up and down with all the fanboy enthusiasm in my 23-year-old body.

Jim and Pam Are My Friends

Good TV is like good literature. Both forms tell stories. They take you places, let you meet people and hopefully make you feel something.

The Purpose of Writing

The Purpose of Writing

by | Oct 25, 2013

The entire class was given the mandate of answering the question, “What is the Purpose of Writing?” in ten words or less. Here are my eight words: To reflect and share humanity, good and bad.

Pants on Fire

Pants on Fire

Joel and I stood in my front yard one afternoon, raking leaves because, as we both knew, mysteries always present themselves to people with crew cuts when they’re either doing yard work or playing tennis.

No, Seriously: Who’s On First?

No, Seriously: Who’s On First?

Why is baseball season so eternal? And why does each game last so long? Give me a narrative, for goodness’ sake. Something engaging I can latch onto.

Boomers, Stickers, and Wendell Berry

Boomers, Stickers, and Wendell Berry

Since all creation breathes God’s breath and participates in God’s Spirit, there are only sacred places and places that have been desecrated.

The Bachelor Farmer

The Bachelor Farmer

After leaving college, I lost my faith in food. Now, food is what I ingest alone, usually, when I’m hungry, bored, or tired from working fifty hours a week.

Striving for Type C

Striving for Type C

As a soon-to-be professional triathlete, I have had to work to be more Type A in some areas. My coach, Zane, calls it “attention to detail” or “doing the things that matter.”

Oh Right, That’s My Job Now

Oh Right, That’s My Job Now

The yelling is why I’m glad I chose not to be an elementary-school anything. And the yelling is what showed me, in ways that a phone bill or an empty fridge had failed to do, that I really am an adult now.

The Things We Fear to Say

The Things We Fear to Say

I learned the hard way never to say the C word at work. No, it wasn’t that C word, though it may as well have been.

Supernatural

One fateful night during my junior year, I was roaming around on Netflix, hunting for distractions. I’d recently finished watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I was in the mood for new fantasy adventures. I’d always loved reading stories about dragons and knights,...
What To Do About Baseball

What To Do About Baseball

On Sunday night, in the bottom of the eighth inning of game two of the American League Champion Series, the Detroit Tigers had a 5-1 lead against the Boston Red Sox in Boston’s historic Fenway Park.

I Am Mountain

I Am Mountain

*I Am Mountain* remains Gungor’s crowning jewel and shows a brighter future for them than I ever imagined. Like all great artists, they aren’t afraid to change.

Antiques

Antiques

About two years ago, I realized that garage sales were not worth my time. Estate sales were the thing. Estate sales had quality merchandise. Entire walls of blue Mason jars. Complete sets of dishes and silverware.

Parental Shutdown

Parental Shutdown

TO BE (hopefully) DISCONTINUED.

Twentynothings

Twentynothings

I really hope thirtyandfourtysomethings don’t think I’m a promiscuous, drunk, hopelessly romantic, lazy, clueless, emotional wreck.

Not Another Twilight

Not Another Twilight

How do you teach a classroom of sleepy freshmen that feminism is about equality, not (necessarily) bra-burning? That making fun of someone denotes privilege, not power?

Dogged

Dogged

Then one night in April Brett called his own bluff and showed up, straight from an Amish farm, with a puppy.

Basketball

Basketball

I’m getting better at b-ball, but it’s in the same way that I’m getting better at kite-boarding, pogo-sticking, goat-milking, or anything else that I never practice.

Harvest

Harvest

Another kitchen sunrise in a land of bread but no bagels.

Let’s Go Exploring

Let’s Go Exploring

I saw a 1958 Chevy Cameo last weekend. For those who don’t know your classic vehicles (like me), a 1958 Cameo looks like that picture on the left. Old trucks don’t normally get me excited, but this one had exactly 1.3 miles on its odometer. Fifty-five years old, and...
Discern [My] Own Adventure

Discern [My] Own Adventure

Discernment is hard work. I wish it were as easy as marking off a checklist. The hard part is the careful self-examination, the perseverance, the curiosity, the strain to hear that still, small voice.

What Men Live By

What Men Live By

A parable offers you truth, but not directly. You have to work for it or, rather, you have to want it and want it as if you were in the story.

Scattered Moments

Scattered Moments

In the past month, I have slept in nine different beds, only three of which I consider (or considered) mine. I have traveled by plane, train, and automobile. And bicycle.

Habit

Habit

Small children are creatures of habit. Having been in the parental mindset for three years now, I’ve learned to stay on this side of sanity’s fine line by joining in (read: giving in) to these routines.

On Authorship

On Authorship

Even the fan mail we receive from young readers seems odd—I’ve never been interested in meeting or corresponding with the writers of books I love.