Paul Menn

Paul (’10) lives in Grand Rapids with his wife, Emma (’10), and cat, HandsomeMarcoCat. He loves board games, Babylon 5, and honey-curry chicken. Everything else is negotiable.

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The Theater of Protest

Their shouts of “white power!” were countered by our shouts of “Nazi pigs have got to go!” At the end of the day, nothing really happene

The Biggest Sucker in Budapest

Don’t look back, keep walking, project confidence, don’t run, keep calm, almost there, almost there, almost there – RUN! Lose yourself in the crowd!

A Definitive Ranking of Chopped Judges

It is truly the judges who shine brightly on this program. So, here is the definitive ranking of the judges from best to worst (as well as a few remarks on their fashion sense).

Tales from the Third Shift

Third shift at a hotel is a unique experience. I get to see the raw, unvarnished self of people. The truth behind their public façade.

Faded Memories

I technically shouldn’t have graduated—you were only allowed a total of twenty excused absences in a year, and I had something like thirty-five my senior year.

Songs for the Soul

Spending weeks dealing with a really messed up world and a debilitating weakness have made me really depressed. So, I did the only thing I could to raise my spirits—I made a mixtape.

The Chemistry of a Car Crash

In the movies, there is usually a lone car horn blaring, the hiss of steam from a broken radiator, dramatic music swelling. None of that today. Just NPR on my car radio, and when I got out, an almost reverential silence.

Portrait of an Alcoholic

But I brushed it off—I was having fun, and it wasn’t like I was going to live this way forever. I could stop whenever I wanted. Until I couldn’t.

Bests, Mosts, Worsts: A 2015 Retrospective

While Reeves is rightly lambasted for his wooden acting, sometimes he surprises you, as he did in the horror thriller Knock Knock. His rant about free pizza is a genius, Oscar-worthy performance.

Holding On/Letting Go

One popular New Year’s resolution is to get rid of all your useless stuff, to de-clutter your life. I’m not making that resolution.

Marbury v. Madison (A Dadaist Retelling)

I have never been good at writing poetry. I don’t have the wit to write metaphysical poetry like Donne. I could never capture the sylvan landscape like Frost. What I am good at is doodling.

Star Wars: The Disappointment Begins

I sincerely hope I am wrong. I hope this movie is amazing and blows my mind. But anything less than “mind-blowingly fantastic” just isn’t going to cut it for me.

Reflections on Water (Five Memories)

I couldn’t see where the lake ended and land began. The white/grey of the snow and ice blended perfectly with the grey of the sky making it impossible to tell where the sky began.

Marriage Morning Blues

I already am super weird about being on time, and a lot of my friends seem to view a deadline as more of a suggestion, rather than a hard fact.

Tales from the Cul-de-sac

There are some things you are just unprepared to handle—and seeing a six foot tall, naked (except for his white ankle socks) man covered in blood is definitely one of them.