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Monthly Archives: January 2015

Cinema of Bodies, Cinema of Ghosts

A bigger problem is that these blockbuster heroes are not allowed to die, and they are never in any real danger of dying. We know they will always pull through and live.

Steam

FACT ALERT: Anything invisible that doesn’t seem to be trying to kill us is just one major breakthrough away from being found out as a villain.

The Golden Age is…Now?

What I wouldn’t give to walk the halls of Downton Abbey in the early 20th century, drink tea with Jane Austen, or ride a train down the coast of California with John Steinbeck.

Bait

“You might have heard that you should punch the shark in the nose. This is probably not a good idea…. In many situations in which large predators are attacking you, the advice is to ‘play dead.’ This doesn’t work against sharks. Also, it’s hard to do in the water...

Common Ground

We park up against the failing fence near the bathrooms. We get out of the car, feel our feet on ground, and keep talking. A lot has come before us here.

Slowly

No life is a cliché. Ever. Because you are you and no one else—and the fact that it’s a cliché to say it doesn’t make it a cliché to live it.

The Longest Distance

The Longest Distance

by | Jan 25, 2015

When I wake up in the middle of the night, the first thing I do is check my legs. Often, during the night, I kick off my covers and wake up with my legs cold to the bone.

Use Your Words

Use Your Words

I over-share. I talk way too much about exes and bodily functions. I don’t want a world of “Laurens,” because no one would be able to finish their dinners.

Cruising

Cruising

Thankfully, over the past five years, my attitude towards my illness has changed from constant worrying and embarrassment to sarcastic apathy about its ridiculousness.

Epigraphs to Heaven

Epigraphs to Heaven

Our conceptions of heaven are the result of accumulated literature and its interpretations. But what if one had to choose a single literary epigraph for this Great Story?

Finding the Colors

Finding the Colors

Life no longer is about filing papers or planning for the future or buying groceries; it’s about going on quests and drinking with travelers in taverns and trading stories around a fire.

Come Over and Sit

Come Over and Sit

“Student death” is an e-mail subject line a teacher never wants to read. Yet, this past Friday morning I opened my internet browser to find these words neatly bolded atop my inbox.

Serenity Prayer for Days

Serenity Prayer for Days

What am I doing here, I ask myself in a moment of vulnerability. (I made a deal with myself months ago that I would stop asking that question.)

The Right Word

The Right Word

She asked me on the first date. I wasn’t exactly smart enough to know it was a date. We had agreed to go swing dancing downtown with some of her friends.

Dear White People

Dear White People

Layers of irony form the crux of Dear White People’s satirical message: racism hounds us across generations, cultures, educational levels, socio-economic strata, and skin pigments.

Texting with David

Texting with David

His mental mapping is different. This is why he can tell you that October 26, 1955 was a Wednesday but he can’t tell you the name of his math teacher.

Faith, Trust, Pixie Dust

Faith, Trust, Pixie Dust

Whenever I was out by the family pool alone, which was often when I grew into the double-digits, I would perch at the end of the diving board, take a deep breath, and step off.

Naked

At the end of the day I’m lying in bed feeling poor and stressed because I somehow wasted all day not feeling correctly. I was too sad, or too lonely, or too indifferent.

First in Friendship, Fourth in Obesity

First in Friendship, Fourth in Obesity

For those of you who don’t know, Parks and Recreation is not just an office in your local city hall—it is also the best comedy currently on television.

The String of Time

The String of Time

I wouldn’t say I liked fantasy as a child. What I liked were stories that started out in real life, then took a turn for the magical. I liked the prospect of our world with improvements.

If I Were a Mystic

If I Were a Mystic

If I were a daughter of the 1200s like Mechtild of Madgeburg, I like to think that I, too, would have visions of and write poems about God.

You’re Okay

You’re Okay

No, unfortunately, adulthood doesn’t come with a standardized evaluation mechanism to tell you how you’re doing, but that’s not an excuse to do less.

V for Victory

V for Victory

I was in an honors history class during my junior year of high school. (Did he say…honors??? You bet I did, impressed reader, and I escaped with a C+.)

Rise of the Planet of the Podcast

Rise of the Planet of the Podcast

I call 2014 the rise of podcasts because I believe this is the year that people finally understood what that word meant and took notice.

Learn To Be Light

Learn To Be Light

In a world where we are not free to create and relax at will, we must discipline ourselves so that these dangerous and noble things can be a part of our lives.

The Gays and the Jewish Media

The Gays and the Jewish Media

“Homosexuals aren’t people. They’re just like bitches.” — #LightRailRapper

Melancholy Epiphany, Everyone!

Melancholy Epiphany, Everyone!

I like Eliot’s Magi, poetic license and all. I like that the poem is haunted and melancholy. It’s been almost two weeks since Advent ended—away with the feasting and jollity, already.

The Kindness of Oatmeal

The Kindness of Oatmeal

When I first bought rolled oats, I had them plain in hot water, but after cringing through the first several bites, I realized that eating plain oats is like eating your own depression.

Always the Men

Always the Men

Just when I’ve turned to head to the bar, one of the men grabs my arm and says, “Hey, you know who you look like? Like the girl from the Addams’ family!”

Rokovoko

Rokovoko

The epigraph is probably the grandparent to the murky boundaries between the content and not-quite-content sandwiched by a book’s front and back covers.