Ode to the Memories
Like if I stand still for too long, I’ll melt into a little grief puddle.
My Love Affair with Language
Linguistics helps us rediscover the gift of language, a gift that we haven’t lost but have neglected to say thank you for.
Of Falcons and Folly
Out of the corner of my eye, a grey bolt of lightning shot out from behind the gothic-style church on the corner across from North Quad.
RIP Kobe
Kobe Bryant was more than a basketball player; that much has never been in doubt.
Snail Saga, Pt. 1: Carl Sagan the Ukrainian Mail-Order Snail
myhappysnails.com had assured me: “There is no smell in the place where snails live in.”
Prayers of the People
Each week during the prayers of the people I make a mental inventory: do I know anyone who is ill? Anyone who is grieving? Anyone job-searching, traveling, celebrating?
Talking in Circles
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.
Why Everyone Should Try Karaoke
People have been singing to each other since approximately Forever B.C.E., and I think there’s a reason.
This is Living
It’s a road trip to New York and it’s eating cookie dough until you’re sick. It’s a rejection email from a job you don’t remember applying for and it’s winning free fries for a year.
The Steward of Gondor is Dead
What is it like to have your life swallowed up in someone else’s epic?
