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Time, Stalled

In a happy marriage of Star Wars and Friedrich Nietzsche: the abyss strikes back.

All I Want for Christmas Is You (and Single-Payer Healthcare)

We call this tradition—because why wouldn’t we—our “Filling Out of the Carle Foundation Hospital’s Application for Financial Assistance Christmas Tradition,” or FOCFHAFACT, for short.

Politics as Usual…feat. Chance the Rapper

The word alderman has Anglo-Saxon origins: a noble (serving the king) as ruler of a local district. Quite literally it means “old man.”


While at home, I went on a walk, remembering how, after a long rain, the air would smell like cupcakes or Cheerios as the fumes from General Mills wafted over the trees and rooftops.

We Would Prefer Not To

Turning out in droves despite rain and wind and snow, we marched and chanted and beat on bucket-drums and blew on whistles and papered the campus with fliers. We disrupted classes. We shut down buildings.

Burn After Reading

Jesse will be your second Tinder date, and your last.

In Solidarity: A Letter before Striking

In Solidarity: A Letter before Striking

by | Feb 18, 2018 | 0 comments

I do not want to strike. No one wants a strike. But if it comes to it, Jes and I will be on the picket line February 26, bright and early, because at that point we will have no other choice.

Out and Back

Out and Back

And I realized these are the first things: not medals or adventures, but the cinch of laces around a foot and reliable slide of mud and bitter perfume of sweat rising like smoke off shoulders.

Stumping for Calvin

Stumping for Calvin

If nothing else then, the Illinois Regional College Fair confirmed for me what I already knew: I would make a terrible salesperson.

Pentecostal Weather

Pentecostal Weather

Throughout the service, the wind seemed to heighten our attention rather than scatter it; there could be no looking away from God that day.

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