Monthly Archives: June 2017
I hope you are enjoying life in Oregon. I am trying very hard not to miss you. Sometimes, it works.
Throughout the service, the wind seemed to heighten our attention rather than scatter it; there could be no looking away from God that day.
I have been thinking about scorpions because I live in the desert, where dwell these hard-cased creatures from hell.
In an era of self-exploration, it becomes extremely difficult to identify who or what my self is, since it takes on so many shapes depending on who I’m with or where we are or both.
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.
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.
You identify them by
their burnt fingertips.
It has become part and parcel of political commentary to proclaim, usually in a grave and foreboding tone, that we have entered a “post-truth” society.
Lorde made a name for herself taking down pop culture, but what would she do now that the world knew her name? Now that she was pop culture?
It’s not me. It’s definitely you.
Two weeks ago, in the lead-up to a concert, I got to read poetry off a video screen that was larger than the end zone of a football field.
Genleevia is a Level 97 Warrior. She rides proudly atop a golden gryphon and wields her morning star against foes like the Wind-Worker and Vice the Shadow Wyrm.
I was satisfied in my decision. There was thrill in riding without a ticket. And I was convinced that what I was doing was right. I was in line with the spirit of the law, even if the law had no spirit.
“Are you happy with how things shook out?” he asked me.
Someone would pass a six-pack of cold root beer up and all of us would lounge in a circle and talk about nothing, and it felt like everything.
It felt like I was coming face to face with someone I’ve known my whole life: a trusted confidant, a wise neighbor and teacher and principal and professor.
Glory be to God for finished things—
I’ve never gone to a movie theater with the bar of expectations so low as I did for Wonder Woman.
I remember my high school’s Friday morning chapel as uninspiring, but it seemed like everyone wanted to take part in the Class of 2010’s “senior chapel.”
Ah crap. I suddenly became very aware of my shortcomings: namely, my lack of any credentials at all.
2. Gwen Stefani (No Doubt)
11. Marry someone who isn’t afraid to challenge you and then write them love poems. Kiss them in front of your kids even if they pretend they don’t like it.
At some level, isn’t that what individualism is all about? Being the hero. Saving the day. Who watches Han Solo blow up TIE fighters, and then decides he’d rather be the air traffic controller who directs X-wings to Yavin IV?
I wonder, sometimes, if you feel forgotten. After all, I did not become an English professor, as I once thought I might.
If you routinely hit signs, fire hydrants, lampposts, pedestrians, and other cars, the Impromptima won’t change any of that.
“Mature reaction to a routine colonoscopy: HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE SEVENTEEN THOUSAND FEET UP YOUR BUTT.”
Words are not the deciding factor here. Actions are met with actions.
There is increasing political talk in the United States about deporting the migrants who are apprehended at our border or inside of it. There is very little talk about what happens next.