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Monthly Archives: February 2015

Focus

We pursue any available detour, texting, Snapchatting, Netflixing, to avoid the work of attention. It is slowly robbing us of joy, of that mysterious dimension.

The Middle World

The advance of modern science has also shaped our sensibilities in such a way that we don’t have room for mystery or a reality infused with another reality.

Sheer, Stupid Inertia

It’s this inertia that, very possibly, will find us waking up in ten years in a job we never really planned on, thinking, How did I get here? This was supposed to be for the summer.

On Being a Korean Korean Language Learner

In a strange twist of fate, English has now become my first language, and I’m trying to bring my Korean up to a similarly fluent level.

Blahbligation: Not a Dating Guide

Maybe that’s what I don’t like about the word “obligation.” It implies requirement. I have to do it. And that doesn’t seem very loving to me.

On Difference

But in the end, I think we’re all so wrong. So long as we keep yelling. So long as we keep denouncing each others’ thoughts and words and actions as evil.

Vaccine Fundamentalism

Vaccine Fundamentalism

by | Feb 22, 2015

Why disallow reasonable inquiry into these controversial issues, many of which are not scientific? Why substitute propaganda and ad hominem attacks for rational discussion?

Korean Renaissance

Korean Renaissance

As we have witnessed in countless places, economic crises tend to lead to civil unrest and increased anger towards the establishment. Not in Korea.

Planets or Penguins?

Planets or Penguins?

One may wonder what sort of daily tasks are deemed worthy by someone with so much practice spending days. For Alfie, the answer is knitting sweaters for tiny injured penguins.

My Hypocrisy of “Presence”

My Hypocrisy of “Presence”

Father, God, I thank you for your son, for this meal, and for the elders’ wives who bring those really great appetizers on the Lord’s Supper Sundays.

Unheard

Unheard

There have been days at home alone in which I have not once spoken aloud. Sometimes I notice this and say something just to use my voice, only to find it thick, musty, and weak.

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

Extra! Extra! Read All About It!

I raise a wistful glass to the days when neighborhood paper routes provided a bicycle-mounted kid’s first taste of financial independence.

Calvinist Doctrines, Misunderstood

Calvinist Doctrines, Misunderstood

10. Irresistible Grace: When, understanding that you have done nothing to earn it, you take the last scoop of cheesy potatoes at the church potluck.

Father, Forgive Me

Father, Forgive Me

I wonder about the sins that God really cares about, and I convince myself that $2.00 probably doesn’t really matter to God, right? But probably it does.

Ketchup and Blood Part Two

Ketchup and Blood Part Two

When the professor starts class, I finally take a breath again. I’m free. No pressure. All I’ve got to do is sit here and not fart.

Tidying Up: The KonMari Method

Tidying Up: The KonMari Method

For each item you own, hold it in your hands and ask yourself, “Does this spark joy?” If the answer is “yes!”, you keep it. If the answer is “no,” you get rid of it. It’s that simple.

Spine

Spine

And I can’t stop imagining a world—an extraordinary, beautiful world—in which we all have the reed of goodness at our centers instead of a spine.

Baby Groot

Baby Groot

I can buy many cookies with $250. So when I shelled it out, my tummy ached with the loss of thousands of cookies I was hypothetically never going to eat.

Courage

Courage

You risk crossing a busy street. You risk asking questions. You risk being wrong, and hurting people you love, and you risk being right, and doing the same thing.

Four Minutes in a Basement

Four Minutes in a Basement

If you’re confident in yourself, the crowd is confident in you. So maybe starting off with, “This is my first time doing this!” wasn’t a good idea.

Oscar Snubs & Flubs

Oscar Snubs & Flubs

6. The Lego Movie wasn’t nominated for Best Animated Feature. I think everyone who has seen it knows immediately that this is a – SNUB

The House on Dearborn Avenue

The House on Dearborn Avenue

Dinner guests jumped out of their seats and looked around in fright but we shrugged casually, as if nothing had happened. “Oh, that’s just the Womp-Womp.”

A Writer’s Creed

A Writer’s Creed

It spoke to Plath the suicidal, Keruouc the drunk, Hemingway the shotgunned, and—Snyder, voice of Buddhist Beats, who did not die of lead or alcohol, but found peace in tin cups and axe handles.

Tonight, on “Murder, She Wrote”

Tonight, on “Murder, She Wrote”

I’m three days into the semester, and I’m dreading the day my academic load catches up with me and I can’t sit down and enjoy some crime at the end of the day.

There and Back Again

There and Back Again

But like Bilbo returning to Bag End, sometimes you return home and your neighbors are rifling through your linen and walking out the door with your cutlery.

The Wrong Altar

The Wrong Altar

I check the box. I type my name. I submit the application. Because time is up—I have to grab my apron and rush off to work; I have to pull on my boots and walk the dog.

Trivia Crack in My Mind

Trivia Crack in My Mind

In my mind I’m goin’ to Trivia Crack/Can’t you see the questions?/Can’t you just feel the Wheel spin?/Ain’t it just like a friend of mine/To beat me from behind?

Surprise/Not Surprise

Surprise/Not Surprise

I sit there in the dark, in front of the cake and ice cream and prosecco, feeling like I’m doing something wrong, listening intently and wondering when I’ll be joined.