The Value of Stupid Inertia
But in the end it’s words words words, nothing but wild and whirling words in our heads, and we’re dead in ways we’ll never be able to fix by thinking more about it.
(Home)sick
I haven’t discovered any resolution to the twin tasks of gratitude and lamentation, a word I may be using to sanctify my grousing.
If Only
We’re waiting in the lobby, and we see them. She walks over to us, and we’re thinking, oh boy. Later we would say, “It was so weird, because she sure sounded hot.”
Peanut Butter Crackers
I trotted back to preschool to rejoin snacktime. I tore open my snack, took a bite…and stopped. I had never tasted something so vile and disgusting.
In Defense of Self-Love
The more I practice self-love, the more I come to believe in its power. The more I make time to love myself, the more energy I have to love others.
Homeless
Courtesy of a racist sixty-year-old neighbor still living with his mother; a virtually nonexistent housing inventory due in turn to Jeff Bezos, Mt. Rainier, and murky multifamily home regulations; the less-than-shining precedent set by other groups of male,...
For Whom the Chimes Toll
The one group I did join pretty quickly was the Guild of Chimers, which is possibly the lowest-commitment group on campus.
Nature Can Be A…
Sometimes there is nothing better than being outside; sometimes I would pay anything to escape.
The Real World
When we talk about the “real world,” we implicitly negate either our neighbor’s reality or our own. We fail to recognize that life is hard for everyone.
The Room
I won’t give away The Room’s plot (what little there is of one). I want to champion the film as an exemplar of side-splittingly cringe-worthy, schadenfreude-propelled group viewing.
