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RPSBYAW

Abby said I could write “500-800 words about anything under the sun,” so I wrote a computer game in which you play Rock, Paper, Scissors against a computer, but you always win.

Niceness is the Cheapest Form of Goodness

The work culture is gruff, rough, and no nonsense. Most of my coworkers at these jobs would not be considered nice by any standard.

Sympathy and Empathy

Lens #1: Meet sympathy. Sympathy looks at another person’s situation and feels bad.

Samuel Chester: A Big-Freaking-Deal

The freedom to be kids and learn via mistakes is one of the greatest gifts a parent can give, and my father gave it in abundance.

The Color of a Song

Still, there is not much better than holding a new record in your hands and getting lost in the art.

The Amish Stinkeye, Hobbit Habits, and Why I Love Geography

This is where I ultimately decide I could not be Amish; I simply love travel and experiences too much.

Where the Real and Unreal Meet

Where the Real and Unreal Meet

by | May 25, 2017

We see the world as if we were a child actually in the home of Gasazi, not as an adult or some disembodied gaze.

The Small Talk Seal

The Small Talk Seal

I love talking, which, incidentally, was my very first full sentence. “Any excuse to speak” has long been listed among my favorite hobbies.

The Fat Lady Sings

The Fat Lady Sings

In opera we spend time on what matters in life: the big emotional peaks and abysses.

24K: A Birthday Challenge

24K: A Birthday Challenge

I had plenty of time to think about suffering.

OCD DCO OCD DCO

OCD DCO OCD DCO

Sometimes, though, I wonder where my personality ends and my OCD begins. Or if they’re distinct at all.

We Had KFC at my Grandmother’s Memorial Service

We Had KFC at my Grandmother’s Memorial Service

She’d never finish hers, but the smell of the chicken was enough to remind her we loved her.

Cheesecakes and IRB Forms

Cheesecakes and IRB Forms

Toward the end of the graduate bible study my wife and I led this past academic year, two things were almost always certain: cheesecakes and IRB forms.

Home Alone

Home Alone

As it turns out, bad habits don’t evaporate just because there’s nobody around to witness them.

May Reading Recommendations

May Reading Recommendations

This month, I’d like to highlight a few things I’ve enjoyed reading online over the last couple of months, starting of course, with a piece on the perils of reading and writing online.

I Am Sadness

I Am Sadness

Sadness drives me toward community in a way joy never has. Sadness bids for honesty, serves as my greatest ally in empathy, checks my anger, and encourages me to look at another side of the story.

Wrinkles

Wrinkles

I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.

With This Ring

With This Ring

But regardless of his insistence that I follow his exact instructions or else something might go Terribly Wrong, I’d come too far to go back now.

Know the Place

Know the Place

Here’s today’s morning devotion for the senior class.

In Defense of Ideals

In Defense of Ideals

When I got home one day and saw him pathetically trying to work, I summoned up the vision of the ideal wife and did what she would do.

Something About Being a Man

Something About Being a Man

This is a theme with guys: if you’re going to be vulnerable, you do it right as you are walking away.

It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

One of our neighbors is a nosy elderly lady named Linda. I love Linda.

Returning (A Love Letter)

Returning (A Love Letter)

First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.

Freshman Orientation

Freshman Orientation

Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.

How Have You Been Praying about This?

How Have You Been Praying about This?

When I hear someone say they don’t really pray, or that prayer is boring—both lines I have used—my first instinct is to question how they pray.

The Reality of Fear

The Reality of Fear

We think the world is going to hell. Every single generation has in some respect thought their world was going to hell. Right now, it’s not.

We All Say, “Love Your Neighbor”

We All Say, “Love Your Neighbor”

I’d like your advice on this, because I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing.

Finding Fungi

Finding Fungi

Oh, Lordy, those morels. In my estimation, they are the pinnacle of umami, of savory taste, with all of the satisfaction of a Sunday roast in a single bite.

Listening for Birdsong

Listening for Birdsong

“I’ve always heard birdsong,” my father told me in the car once. “But now I listen.”