Monthly Archives: April 2018
“Golden Boy.” As gold is king among metals, so was he a paragon among humanity. Like a sun, he beamed a perfect smile, seemingly always happy. People basked in his radiance.
Teenagers, though, go right for the emotional jugular, draining self-esteem and confidence dry and leaving a husk of a defeated therapist.
The reason why people stop at what instead of asking why of the other is our tendency to oversimplify things, often out of sheer intellectual and moral laziness.
Here’s to people and their things. Here’s to not liking sports and to nose piercings, to back tattoos and bro tanks, to longboards, to reading the newspaper each morning with a cup of coffee.
He’s just one guy, he won’t be around forever, and he’ll probably never run into a black person for the rest of his life. No harm, no foul, right?
The repetitions of my life—days, stories, conversations, sounds, meals, images, kisses, hugs, dreams—are like interlocking houndsteeth, but somehow unbound by form, unbridled by geometry.
These works are about as subtle as a trainwreck, but they are surprisingly fun, despite their depressingly urgent call to take environmental responsibility.
Grasp, carry, touch, step, tug, swallow.
Of all the regressive, fear-mongering, cynical, hateful, and unethical positions to which the Republican party has hitched its wagon, the vilification of refugees and immigrants is among the most loathsome.
There are also in-game currencies and prizes, but the real celebration is that “Chicken Dinner,” which, I cannot stress enough, bears no resemblance to any kind of meal.
We’re used to standing apart from the places we occupy, fillers and subduers of the earth that we are.
Everyone is drunk all the time and no one has valid ID.
To believe in something other than what is materially in front of you is awkward. It likely means that what you expect tomorrow is impossible today.
But one day at work, I was proofing an email and realized I sounded really excited about a new art exhibition. Too excited.
Though I’ve never defined myself by a job title, I came to the realization that without my previous one, I had little to define myself with at all.
Do they actually mean it, or are they just playing with the emotions of their fans, trying to up their follower and like count?
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When I enter a library or a bookstore, I get a sense of the divine mystery, the excitement of majesty and wonder.
In your last days in this little town, you will start to see things as you saw them in the first days.
Spinning is for the classic Millennials who buy high-tech gear, who wear bike shorts with butt pads, whose sleeveless shirts were purchased like that.
Songs that remind me of her, that bring me peace, that I hope will inspire her.
And I walk with the man I am going to marry and my brother and Zachary who is basically my brother and we think about Ryan who was basically our brother.
Then I pointed my skis over the edge and leaned forward so my weight eased me into the wide couloir, and it felt like I was plummeting and the snow exploding around me like a warzone.
I haven’t outgrown my loneliness, but I do think I’m growing into my own solitude.
I see you, O Downcast Man, sitting in the passenger’s seat. Chances are, you’re wondering how you got here.
Sisyphus may roll his stone, but I have my morning alarm.
I think sometimes being a runner has trained me too well to use that overrule, to endure whatever path lies before me, to be patient to a fault—to stay the course when the course is going to kill me.
Reading the news well and responding to it is not everything, but it is something—and so I won’t refuse.