Flirtations with Hockey Fandom
It’s a tricky balance, the nostalgia and passion of the past against these grim truths that have always existed.
Nounless Poetry: An Experiment
Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.
Slices of Asphalt
“How many parking spaces do you think our apartment would take up?”
De-Centering Prayer
I’ve peed behind dumpsters, on beaches, in alleys, gardens, parking lots, yards—and yet I was here, in this bathroom, I-can-pee-anywhere-ing in a space created for people who can’t.
A Good Google is Hard to Find
I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.
Conversations with Taxi Drivers
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
Stacking Wood (The Homestead Still Teaches)
I learned that home is a team sport.
Going with the Stream
Just a few examples of artists getting playful with neat possibilities afforded by music’s digital presentation.
Prepare for Re-entry
The third time in a short conversation that I heard myself saying, “Well, in Honduras…” I stopped myself. I didn’t mean to be a bore; I simply didn’t have other experiences to draw from.
To Doubt, Divine
But I was amazed by the openness of our students in some of their responses.
