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Monthly Archives: January 2018

The Real You Like Poodle Prints

In the journey of trying to become what I’m not, I’ve been finding out that I am capable of more than I thought.

Já jsem cizinec, a nerozumím moc česky

Trying to teach myself a notoriously difficult language, not to mention how to be a FAMU-worthy filmmaker, honestly sounded easier than not knowing what I was good at.

I Once Ruined a Balcony in Ghana

But the day came when I felt like I was drowning in my own stories.

Beware of Dog

Before you plunge the pitchforks into my gut and toss the torches on my belongings, hear me out.

A Small Sound

An eerie fear creeps in, the kind that grows in stature the longer you don’t know where a sound is coming from. The longer you don’t know.

The Gluttony of Fear

Deep in the those woods, where the Severn River winds through White spruces and Balsam firs, I wonder if any of the trees are old enough to have lived during both Jack’s lifetime and my own.

Living

Living

by | Jan 24, 2018

This was the year I stayed. I stayed in a job. I stayed in a place. I stayed in a relationship (marriage, it turns out, will do that).

Authorial, Historical, Ghostly, and Sad: The Many Voices of Lincoln in the Bardo: A Novel

Authorial, Historical, Ghostly, and Sad: The Many Voices of Lincoln in the Bardo: A Novel

In some respects, Lincoln in the Bardo doesn’t really feel like a novel at all (despite the insistent subtitle), but is rather a carefully curated collection of voices that reside in some literary bardo between genres.

Realized, Realizing

Realized, Realizing

Our archaeology professor was a young, soft-spoken postdoc who lectured with a thick Italian accent in a lilting, almost sing-song way: “The Etruscan potter realized the bowl from native clay.”

A Voyage Abroad, or: The Author’s Notes on a Trip Aboard the Victoria Clipper, Rendered into Rhyming Verse

A Voyage Abroad, or: The Author’s Notes on a Trip Aboard the Victoria Clipper, Rendered into Rhyming Verse

As bags are grabbed and knots are lost
And papers stowed away unread
The ship approaches final berth
The clouds behind, the sun ahead

Wyoming

Wyoming

My heart thunders as I pass the unglittering sign staking out the bucking bronco state: WELCOME TO WYOMING – FOREVER WEST. Here, I think, lies a land I’ve never traveled.

“What Will it Take for You to Listen?”

“What Will it Take for You to Listen?”

Breq has a lot in common with other sci-fi protagonists: she is impossibly good at everything she does, she has a super-human brain, and she is cagey and mysterious around everyone she meets.

The X-Files Season 11: Still Waiting on the World to End

The X-Files Season 11: Still Waiting on the World to End

Season 11 aired its first episode on January 3 of this year and picks up, sort of, where its predecessor left off. I say sort of advisedly.

Everything is Fake. We’re All Going to Die.

Everything is Fake. We’re All Going to Die.

I’m over here with the cognitive capacity to panic endlessly about my impending doom, and I actually have to face that doom, while amoeba don’t even have the cognitive capacity to distinguish Bob the Builder from Dora the Explorer, and they basically get to live forever.

Tilt Shift

Tilt Shift

But some of the biggest edits often go unnoticed, like the tilt shift, which wholly alters the picture’s presentation. I asked Geli whether these tactics are deceptive, especially to novices like me. Are your pictures presenting the truth?

Expectations vs. Reality

Expectations vs. Reality

I look at my expectations from a year, or two, or ten ago and realize that I never would have been able to create a reality so bittersweet, so full of wonder, and drowning in grace.

Unaccounted Years

Unaccounted Years

They tumbled into my lap to watch Puffin Rock. Two on my knees, one on my crossed ankles. I’d have been little more than a chair were I not kissing their cheeks.

Reaching Back

Reaching Back

It turns out I am not as hip to the jive as I used to be.

A Love Letter to Brandon Sanderson

A Love Letter to Brandon Sanderson

You bring people together and you bring nerds out of the woodwork. You encourage writers and you inspire dreamers.

This Was the Year of Living

This Was the Year of Living

This was the year of living with my parents, with my best friends, with a stranger. This was the year of mint tea and French TV shows, of cooking for my friends and of touching the North Sea.

Buyer’s Remorse

Buyer’s Remorse

I bought a car again and when you buy a car you submit yourself to lies and deceit and interest rates.

The Expectant Father

The Expectant Father

To be an expectant father is to realize your own inadequacies.

Three-Alarm Fire

Three-Alarm Fire

The street is lined in red light
and girls with cats in cages.
Stand outside in the frigid, January air.

I’m Just Like You

I’m Just Like You

That’s why teachers are always angry, and why the most successful schools still employ good, old-fashioned paddlin’. Yell some sense into ‘em, preferably with personal insults and condemnations of their overall character.

Stories I Did Not Tell

Stories I Did Not Tell

He gave of himself, and I fear I failed to give back. I strove to be polite and unobtrusive and if not intelligent then at least not stupid. I fear I failed to let him know me, because I did not know myself.

Dairy Air

Dairy Air

I had all but given up on existing in a sweet-smelling world for the foreseeable future, but then, I remembered something miraculous.

Lilith

Lilith

Lilith cries out to God that he made her from filth, so what else did he expect from her? And so it was Lilith I thought of when I realized how bad things had become.

Personal (Ir)responsibility: An Anti-Resolution

Personal (Ir)responsibility: An Anti-Resolution

I have flouted obligation, skirted duty, and ignored propriety. I have left things undone.

Holiday Small-Talk and Other Things we Survived in 2017

Holiday Small-Talk and Other Things we Survived in 2017

I’m doing great! Yes, still at the same job. Well! It’s going well. Honduras, yeah. Um, it’s in Central America? Down south?