Bottle Episode
Yesterday, as I was beginning to write this, a fly filled the room.
Jeffrey (‘17) ultimately settled on studying film and media studies and French, though food is his greatest passion. He lives in Grand Rapids and is trying to teach himself computer science so he can, among other things, cyberbully Elon Musk.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jul 24, 2020 | 1 comment
Yesterday, as I was beginning to write this, a fly filled the room.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jun 24, 2020 | 1 comment
It’s a well-known, frequently observed phenomenon that Taylor sleeps more than I do.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Apr 24, 2020 | 1 comment
In my non-wing hand, I hold my phone, poring over the free PDF I found of 501 Spanish Verbs.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Mar 24, 2020 | 3 comments
The first time I saw her, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Feb 24, 2020 | 1 comment
I get restless at night.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jan 24, 2020 | 2 comments
In other words, though our memories and fantasies are more silhouettes of sensations than sensations themselves, past, present, and future all look more or less the same.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Dec 24, 2019 | 1 comment
There was a time in my life when the Chili Peppers dropping a bad record (or at least, for the first time ever, one that I perceived as bad) would have devastated me.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Nov 24, 2019 | 1 comment
Days like these, I can’t follow a podcast, and music sounds too loud, the tempo much faster than I remembered, the lyrics and storytelling much less compelling.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Oct 24, 2019 | 1 comment
There are many white people in Grand Rapids, and gossiping about dog breeds is, I guess, what we do.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Sep 24, 2019 | 0 comments
Vegeta, it turns out, is snotty, entitled, hot-headed, easily manipulated by evil influences, and ultimately, just less powerful than Goku (not to say that’s why I was losing).
by Jeffrey Peterson | Aug 24, 2019 | 1 comment
Moral: Take care, even when ye be in Haeyste, to not do that which woulde Waste Tyme later, for from Haeyste proceedeth only Waeyste.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jul 24, 2019 | 0 comments
It was actually kind of a snap decision, I remember, that we would leave our DSLR cameras behind.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jun 24, 2019 | 0 comments
And I know this is a kids’ show. Gritty realism is not always necessary or cool.
by Jeffrey Peterson | May 24, 2019 | 0 comments
I like to imagine that even people who did not know me at my graduation looked at me and thought I was exceptional.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Apr 24, 2019 | 0 comments
A little over a week ago I stood in the yard, watching while Taylor planted arugula in the beds. I was not in a good mood.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Mar 24, 2019 | 0 comments
Even digital art or an online article, infinitely reproducible and instantly transmissible, is not timeless nor placeless because it comes from a specific person to an audience.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Feb 24, 2019 | 0 comments
The concoction will be lightly effervescent when it’s ready.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jan 24, 2019 | 0 comments
This year, and any time you play Dark Souls, you will rush into something, and you will fail. You will take your time at something, and you will fail—even at something you’ve done easily a hundred times before.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Dec 24, 2018 | 0 comments
On this aðfangadagskvöld, it’s my duty to tell you specifically about the final Yule Lad, who arrives tonight. His name is Kertasníkir, and if you know Icelandic, you’re clutching your candles.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Nov 24, 2018 | 0 comments
It was midnight again, France time, when I sat down for the turkey and mashed potatoes my family had waited to make.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Oct 24, 2018 | 0 comments
E: Ik heb een zwemdiploma maar als ik in jou ogen kijk verdrink ik.
J: Uh? Sorry, one more time? I want to make sure the readers get this.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Sep 24, 2018 | 0 comments
First of all, I mean I consumed music almost exclusively from the Red Hot Chili Peppers for three years. If you think I’m exaggerating, talk to any of my friends from high school.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Aug 24, 2018 | 0 comments
Or maybe I was right to be scared. Maybe my parents only told me giant spiders weren’t real so that I would let my guard down.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Jan 30, 2018 | 0 comments
Trying to teach myself a notoriously difficult language, not to mention how to be a FAMU-worthy filmmaker, honestly sounded easier than not knowing what I was good at.