A smattering of last week's thoughts and deeds ( Read more... )

A little background: the CMT Awards were held on Belmont's campus this year. That should suffice ( Read more... )

We are a civilization immersed in cynicism. We are the disenfranchised of the world, wearing our lack of emotion on our sleeves and a condescending smirk on our faces. Excessive sentimentality will garner some strange looks in our culture, and we quickly learn to control ourselves and shake our heads pretentiously at those who don’t abstain. We ( Read more... )

Hallelujah.

"Last summer I drove through Kansas in a pair of rental vehicles accompanied by four people I’d only known for two weeks. The vehicles were a stunningly generic white sedan and a yellow truck that we were sure was on its last legs every time we started it up; the five of us were scattered roughly around the age of twenty and largely unfamiliar ( Read more... )

It’s certainly easier to carry around a small white rectangle than a case containing two hundred albums. As someone who drops things on a regular basis, I can appreciate a product that isn’t rendered useless when it gets scratched. What I cannot support is another means of cutting oneself off from the world and the rest of humanity. Urbanization ( Read more... )

"The fervor of Valentine’s Day has faded some now. The flowers have begun to wilt, the candy has gone a little stale, and our wallets are slightly thinner. But one fact remains: love is not a badger ( Read more... )

"Over the course of the past few months, this campus has experienced more loss than any of us could have predicted. The names of those who are gone might not take up much space on paper, but what they meant and continue to mean goes far beyond those limits. We have lost friends, teachers, brothers, daughters, sisters, sons. We have lost their ( Read more... )

The newspaper returns ( Read more... )

I, the prime minister of paleness, the supreme wielder of whiteness, the grand vizier of ghostliness, have pigment. I don't think the temperature has ducked below forty during the day since I returned to Nashville, and there's actually color returning to my arms. IN JANUARY! What in the world is going on ( Read more... )