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The Institute (of Arts)

And for twenty-five minutes I am warm and more alive
than the seven hours and thirty-five minutes between walls and cabinets three floors above.

Works of Light

The light pooled on the horizon, stretching like taffy, growing and receding. When it faded away in one direction, we looked behind us to see it growing in another corner of the sky. It seemed to breathe.

Five Campsites That Were NOT Insta-Worthy

In the middle of a freezing rain, we reached Dick’s Dome, a geodesic dome built to sleep four persons. There were eighteen people there.

‘Dracula, the Musical?’ (A Review)

Throughout the performance, I can understand eighty percent of what he says and forty percent of what he sings because, well … because of his teeth.

I Took a Cedar-Strip Canoe Down the Most Dangerous River in Michigan

The Pine required constant vigilance and dexterity; every second taken to observe bald eagles or apply sunscreen came with a price: frantic paddling and overcorrection.

I’ll Make a Man Out of Me

This week, I decided to spend a day allowing society (a.k.a. the internet) to tell me exactly how I should be a man. For one day I would dress, drink, and spend my time how the cyber arbiters of masculinity determined.

I Found Michigan’s Abandoned Dinosaur Park

I Found Michigan’s Abandoned Dinosaur Park

by | Jul 15, 2017

I come to a dead end and turn around in defeat. I have officially walked every visible path I can find in this park, and the T. rex is nowhere to be found. I begin walking back.

You Can’t Destroy Me: A Comprehensive Memoir of the Legacy of Dort Thomas Teddy

You Can’t Destroy Me: A Comprehensive Memoir of the Legacy of Dort Thomas Teddy

After one too many flings into the pond, rainy nights left outside, and one malicious dirt-biking incident involving my older cousin Adam, Dort looked like your typical horror movie puppet.

I Tried to Read Infinite Jest in Two Months and Failed Miserably

I Tried to Read Infinite Jest in Two Months and Failed Miserably

But that Saturday, while I was still in bed, I got another call from my mom. I knew from her first word the reason she was calling. Very early that morning, my grandfather had died in his sleep. I wept.

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

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.