Language Learning
There’s no better way to get to know people, to disarm prejudices, and to remove the barrier of “the other” than to learn a language.
There’s no better way to get to know people, to disarm prejudices, and to remove the barrier of “the other” than to learn a language.
I’ve heard it said that historians are the “mules of academia.”
Have you ever seen the air before?
Only after living with persistent pain did I understand why old people can be so grumpy.
Without a breaking loose of the old, sometimes there simply isn’t room to grow.
Something repeated enough becomes the truth.
There is a paradox behind the art of interacting with strangers.
As the days have steadily gotten shorter, darker, and wetter, the creeping presence of death has seemed to constrict tighter around my periphery.
His twig-thin waist cannot support his bulging, leafy muscles.
The seminar is the ultimate breeding ground for imposter syndrome.
My Panera coffee subscription is practically worthless now—this is Starbucks territory.
It’s all becoming a horrible kind of natural disaster déjà vu
I’m not solely writing out of selfish, monetary interests.
The parsing of words is no minor squabble. It has real-world implications in terms of policy and people’s lives.
Mencius likened ethical cultivation to the growth of a plant, with all people possessing inner sprouts of virtue within.
Have you ever had an amber alert go off on your phone at an inopportune moment?
I do not want to be like the man in the boat, alone to face the howling winds and blustering snow.
I humbly suggest that we cease being ignorant optimists and start being realistically hopeful.
Narrow-mindedness, group-think, and the desire to wall oneself off from outsiders is not solely a conservative issue, but a bipartisan problem and part of the human condition.
The act of donning this ridiculous suit enabled me to let go of the remaining hesitations I harbored about the questionable hot-weather hot-spring endeavor we had gotten ourselves into.
I won’t say we pulled half-burned logs out of firepits to salvage them for our own use, but I won’t deny it either.
But like a towering stack of nachos, hope and excitement can only be piled so high before everything comes tumbling down.
My presence that summer must have been a shock to Nainai, but oddly enough she never questioned why a tall, thin, white, American guy was living in her home.