Once I was walking with my mom ( Read more... )

(Your sign, my sign, we all scream for ( Read more... )

God I hated when we got fried chicken for dinner. What is with that stuff? It’s bad enough that there’s more fried batter than chicken and that I can never seem to find any substantial mouthfuls of meat (despite my sharp teeth), but even worse was when dad got it from Albertson’s deli. There was always hair in it. And not just one, either. You’d ( Read more... )

I only went to camp one summer. Christian camp. If the one in the movie Jesus Camp was a 7 out of 10 on the loony scale, I would say this one was maybe a 4, though my brother Evan maintains it was more like a 6 when he went ( Read more... )

I am so glad that my last post from a year ago was also me talking shit about my brother Evan. I can't wait to read the following entry aloud to my family when I go home for Christmas. Evan and I are each writing (slanted) memories from our growing up and we intend to compile them eventually. If the parents and youngest one don't get on it soon, ( Read more... )

I am home with my family in Idaho, and my brother Evan has bid us to write down stories from our lives and share them in the evenings. Here is the one I read tonight. I can't imagine it's nearly as funny to people outside of my family; I had to stop for multiple minutes due to laughter that reached the point of crying ( Read more... )

A few years ago, I asked my old high school friend Zach if he ever played guitar anymore. He laughed sadly and said no. “It makes me think of things I’ll never do.” Our waning friendship died in that moment-not because a person must always stick with an instrument or a pursuit, but because I knew the fire in him had died and there was nothing for ( Read more... )

Sometime around last April or May, I had this thought. Mythology has basically always been a part of human life as we know it. What though, makes us think that we have somehow escaped these narratives, this longing? My senior political theory paper afforded me much time and many resources to think about the Enlightenment. Anyone who is familiar ( Read more... )

Two months ago, I could never have anticipated how sad I would be to leave Washington, D.C. at the end of Summer Institute. There is nothing so wonderful about the city itself, except of course the fact that one can get around without a car or hour-long bus rides (sorry Minneapolis-St. Paul). What may very well have been the best time of my life ( Read more... )

Here is something I wrote a week ago about my trip to West Virginia ( Read more... )