Monthly Archives: June 2014
Founders is exactly the sort of place that my parents would hate, and I, too, will probably hate when the novelty of standing on a sticky floor until 12:00 a.m. wears off.
Here’s the Wikipedia Definition: Aggressive Skating/Inline (n.) a form of inline skating executed on specially designed inline skates with focus on grinding and spins.
I reverse jinx myself. I close my eyes tight, like a constipated kid, and think of all the worst possible outcomes. Then I convince myself that if I was able to think it up, it will not happen.
The idea of prayer “kicking things off” isn’t all that poor. God should be at the beginning of what we do. But it becomes a problem when the only time we pray is at the start of something.
You think you are the glory of creation, but you are still within creation. For dust you are and all that. You think, I should see the redwoods soon. I should go to Tuvalu before it’s underwater.
So, I scan the trees one last time, turn around, and head back to the campsite. “Did you find the dog?” my friend asks me.
Do I look like I found the dog? I think.
Soccer can be a way of embodying cultural identity for many throughout the world in a way that American devotion to a particular brand of pro or college sports pales in comparison with.
The 825 bus was supposed to be safe, full of silent commuters taking it to their jobs in fancy skyscrapers downtown. It wasn’t the 10, where you could expect crazy and a half all day long.
What you are about to hear is strange, or so I hear: I had always thought I wouldn’t like California. Yes, California. Not Ohio. Not South Dakota, or Kansas, or one of those middle states.
Later today, two brigades of enemy infantry will march down Chambersburg Pike. Buford and his men will do their best, but they will be easily outmatched and overridden.
We had enough to plant a small garden this year. I sneak over and check on them every day when I get home from work (the sneaking so that they don’t become frightened).
The next time you feel lonely, remember that between one and three percent of your body is composed of total strangers. And that’s 1014 bacteria for every one of those 7.2 billion people.
Hidden somewhere in all of this might be a dissertation topic on grammatical manifestations of differences between North American and British conceptions of collective units.
The nice thing about my second year was that there were fewer surprises. I no longer had to get over the shock of a girl thinking it’s acceptable to curl her hair in the middle of my lesson.
Being unique is easy. So easy, you don’t even have to think about it, if you so chose. Not that that stops any one of us from taking a few moments a day to prove it.
Pseudoscience falls into three categories: 1) refutable and harmless, 2) watertight and harmless, and 3) watertight and life-or-death. Battles that fall into the first and third categories are worth fighting.
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush. A firm hand. I have to hand it to you. To have the upper hand. To be underhanded. Give me a hand. Sleight of hand. The matter at hand.
Turning the key four times to the right. The coos of belligerent pigeons roosting outside their window, the flaps of their wings oddly resonate in the small living space.
Nick sat smoking, looking out over the country. He did not need to get his map out. He knew where he was from the position of the river.
88% of the calls: Beep-bop-boop-beep dialing the phone. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Robot voice: Hello, 7-0-8-5-5-5-5-5-1-1 is not available, please leave a message…
But after Greg passed, something truly remarkable happened. My grandpa made a request that was shocking to the doctors—he wanted to donate his son’s organs to those who needed them.
We listen to her stories of her young years there. It’s strange to hear older adults rave about the being the age you are now, and I am always unsure how to respond.
Sleep isn’t all that important if it comes at that rate. A night that costs more than thirty bucks is a night that would be better spent wandering around the streets killing time until sunrise.
Scars are the evidence of life—each one comes with a story, and an abundance of stories is, arguably, one of the best evidences of a life well lived.
It’s the beginning of Summer Book Club 2014 at our house. What will you be reading this summer? Sarina...
I had forgotten that the typical French student never packs a sack lunch and wrinkles her nose at the suggestion of peanut butter and jelly.
Sure, this undertaking’s not quite as advanced as rebuilding the Six Million Dollar Man—though that price tag might just be in the ballpark for the cost of diapers.
All was well for a couple of weeks. Pizzas were delicious. Eggs were delicious. Fresh herbs were right on my windowsill, and I was keeping them alive.