Summer Concessions
“Con · ces · sion:
a thing that is granted, especially in response to demands;
a thing conceded.”
Cotter graduated in 2018 in computer science and now works at Bultema Group as a graphic and web designer. He likes good graphs and large dogs. He makes music with friends and alone too.
Driven
Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.
Burrito Dreams
I’m also thankful, in a more shameful sense, that I got to leave when I planned to.
Jeopardy, Alone, Unreal
The camera hides nerves, and each friendly contestant really knows their podium space is fought for and fleeting.
SAO Doesn’t Have To Die
Pop culture is the clearest image of the zeitgeist. It’s impossible to claim faith is holistic and not address that fixture.
The Spoon Rest
That’s how I realized, or decided: the spoon rest is the pinnacle of kitchen goods.
chill lofi hip hop beats to study/relax to
But maybe ironically, I’m rarely in the mood for my “favorite” albums: fixtures of music I champion as satisfying or well-crafted artistic achievements, blah blah blah. Beauty like that can sap a lot of energy.
Take-Out Evangelism
When a man approached me in the mall food court and sheepishly asked if I had a few minutes to talk about Jesus, I reflexively smiled and said, “Oh, I’m already a Christian!” before realizing I wasn’t completely lying this time.
So Here’s A Recital
This song has always felt so dumb to me even before its Extreme Makeover Bieber Edition. It’s historical fanfiction undercut by that insufferable “pah rum pah pum pum.”
Toothache
Mom made fajitas for dinner that night. I’ve never been so aware of the texture and toughness of food—I kept trying to gum it down, stubborn, spitting it out in the napkin, going again.
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[Found Sound]
“Have you ever been praying and all of sudden you wake up and you’re like ‘Oh I fell asleep, I was praying, sorry Jesus.’ A friend of mine said, ‘Don’t fret. That’s falling asleep on the lap of the Father.’ I’m like ‘Ha, yea, alright. Thanks for saying that.’”
On and Off with Andy
We’re getting used to this: the shepherding of my distracted attention back into the air. Sitting off to the side and seeing my traffic go by.
Our Old Pup (and Other Pets)
She waddles so slowly and aimlessly on evening walks that it feels like you’re tricking her into moving forward. I swear her body’s just gotten doughier and wider while her head has stayed the same size.
