Andrew Knot

Andrew Knot (’11) lives and writes in Cologne, Germany.

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Liturgies

“And then of course you wonder if taking your wife to this show as the right thing to do, or if maybe you would have been better off going to dinner and having a conversation, even a monologue, as I suppose this has become.”

On Fall in Europe

My American Saturdays began with a coffee and a crescendo of college football media. Blogs, Twitter, and ESPN College Gameday made for a surround-sound cacophony of predictions, punditry, and hot takes.

Falling Calendars

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.

The 2018 NCAA Tournament: A Primer

Coming off a slow, ugly but eventually conclusive first-round victory over Montana, the Wolverines are riding a wave of 10-straight wins. May the streak run longer than their inseams.

Translating Karneval

I’ve only lived through three Karnevals, so I’d like to leave you with three thoughts on a holiday I’ve come to know, but not yet understand.

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?

Christmas During the Time Being

The story has been told, but the rest of us are still here: waiting in the middle of the narrative, confronted with Herod’s uncomfortable realization: we aren’t enough.

Seeing Things Again

There’s a Dutch phrase about the Dom, my grandpa claims. “See the Cologne Cathedral and you can die.”

Protest and the Church

The first thing is that protest has a clear place in church tradition. The scriptures and church history testify to it.

Writing the Where

These three things struck me about the way Gopnik writes about place. Perhaps they contain a few lessons that will help us in writing about where we’re from, where we are, and where we’re yet to go.

The Literal German Word

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.

May Reading Recommendations

This month, I’d like to highlight a few things I’ve enjoyed reading online over the last couple of months, starting of course, with a piece on the perils of reading and writing online.

For whom the rooster crows

There are other surmised explanations for the rooster’s place on church steeples, but this account seems the most plausible to me.

Crossing German streets

Life as an expat can be categorized according to two phenomena: experiences that reinforce the expat’s sense of belonging to her heritage and experiences that point to a shift in identity.

How to Escape

Where had he been when? What happened on the way? Why was he there? How did he die? The answers were dispersed on these 28 square feet. We needed them to get out.

Spending Advent in Vienna

Vienna is a bizarre place to spend Advent because, as Billy Joel reminds us, it’s a city more accustomed to waiting than arriving.

Election 2016: Voices from the Pews

Some were written before the election and some after, but each of them answers the question “How can I be a Christian citizen of the United States of America?” in a uniquely helpful way.

Why Tax Day Should be in October

Because of my extension, my tax deadline fell in a period of the liturgical year called Ordinary Time, which seems more apt than the traditional timing of Tax Day, so close to Passion Week.

Summer Reading

For those looking to turn off cable news, run away from polls, or escape Twitter, perhaps one of these recommendations could serve as a reminder of what lasts.

Kitesurfing and Other Ways Home

It took a three-week trip to Singapore for me to decide to try it myself. I had heard it was difficult, that you need a week to truly learn, but I only had a day.

Seeking Refuge

How much further from home is the 40-year old tailor from Afghanistan who lacks the native words to ask for his family’s daily bread?