Salt, Ash, and Lead: An Artist and His Materials
The most harrowing allusion in the painting is unavoidable—the train tracks.
The Disappearing Barber
Herb has long since retired. Where his barber pole once hung there’s now an upscale Vietnamese joint that does light lunches and dinners.
Heat
It’s too hot to move.
Killing Teeth
It’s incredible how quickly life can pivot from divine comedy to Nihilistic terror.
TINK Like You Mean It
As much as you don’t want to admit it, there might be times when you honestly wonder what your life is worth if you don’t have someone to pass it on to.
Palate Cleanser, Palate Changer
Although my diet has, in some respects, shifted closer to the views I first formed in college, it has remained effectively the same.
Some more things I think about a lot even though they’re not important
This is my last post on the post calvin. Goodbye and thanks for reading.
Church Shopping in Cologne
Finding a local church is crucial. Shopping for one isn’t.
Confessions of a Birdwatching Hypocrite
While the pace of change has slowed down, my identity is still catching up.
A Cedar Hymn
For the most part, Cedar Campus remains largely the same as when I was born, a fact many of us—who have grown from infants to adults, from adults to elders; who have gained families; who have lost loved ones—marvel at.
