l’Optimisme
I like to imagine that even people who did not know me at my graduation looked at me and thought I was exceptional.
Exposure: Experiments in a Confessional Instagram
Confession dwells. It sets up camp in the desert of failure and resigns itself to wandering forty minutes or forty years.
Cultiver Son Jardin
A little over a week ago I stood in the yard, watching while Taylor planted arugula in the beds. I was not in a good mood.
SAO Doesn’t Have To Die
Pop culture is the clearest image of the zeitgeist. It’s impossible to claim faith is holistic and not address that fixture.
The Spoon Rest
That’s how I realized, or decided: the spoon rest is the pinnacle of kitchen goods.
24 Hours in February
1:15 p.m. “Ope, it’s 1:15, I’ve got to run now,” he says. “Thank you, great to meet you.”
Put Out the Oven Fire: Practical Advice for When Your World is Ending
I promise, I will tell the story about the two-foot flames licking at the burners when I cracked open the oven door.
git gud, noob: Meditations for the New Year
This year, and any time you play Dark Souls, you will rush into something, and you will fail. You will take your time at something, and you will fail—even at something you’ve done easily a hundred times before.
The Way I Came
This February, the Alaskan Way Viaduct will be disassembled. Trucks and cranes will shake loose the concrete foundations before an earthquake has the pleasure, and I’m beginning to realize that I will never be able to leave Seattle the way I came.
Take-Out Evangelism
When a man approached me in the mall food court and sheepishly asked if I had a few minutes to talk about Jesus, I reflexively smiled and said, “Oh, I’m already a Christian!” before realizing I wasn’t completely lying this time.
