The new year is here (and somehow we’re already nearly two weeks in) and I’m happy to report that with it I have resolutions I wish to share here on the blog. But first: creating resolutions (not to mention keeping them) has never really been my thing.
A line of around one-hundred students stand shoulder to shoulder at the edge of a lawn, each holding a piece of paper. A teacher walks out in front. “You should all have a number on your paper ranging from fourteen to negative twenty,” she says.
I didn’t wake up feeling anything out of the ordinary. As I took my dog outside, I wasn’t thinking that today I would be considering what it would be like to return to my home town; when I made a cup of coffee I wasn’t
[This is Edward James Olmos, not Alan Watts. If you’ve seen this movie, then you probably already know why I posted this picture] Last week I posted a voice-over of Alan Watts thinking out loud about what it might look like for someone to do
Why do you never find anything written about that idiosyncratic thought you advert to, about your fascination with something no one else understands? Because it is up to you… You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment. Annie Dillard, The
I read No Country for Old Men three years ago and loved it, hard as it was to get used to. I’d unfortunately seen the movie prior to reading the novel so the images in my mind were fairly unoriginal. Ever since then, though, I told
I wrote a brief personal assessment of 2012 two days ago. Very brief, in fact. As I re-read it I could see Don Miller all across the page. Yeah, yeah. I am aware that every mid-to-late twenty-something male interested in writing poetry and reading the classics,