A week ago I was brought quite literally to my knees by the stomach flu. The powers that be timed this humbling experience so it struck me right outside of the Quaker meetinghouse - they probably all think I'd had a thimbulful too many the night before. But now, spring has finally wedged its way into stubborn old Minnesota, I turned in the paper ( Read more... )

In grief we tremble before God who wraps us with compassion. The death of ( Read more... )

I just ate three sticks of string cheese ( Read more... )

Jeff is eating artichoke dip and I think he’s the greatest. There is something to be said for his detached yet social and content attitude. Happy go lucky, but in a sustainable way ( Read more... )

This weekend we drove out to Max's lake cabin in the northern pines of Wisconsin and had a great time. After a long stretch of sobriety, I'm not sure if I'd care to recall exactly how much alcohol I had, but rather I'd just like to recall that it was all prepared to perfection by expert hands and I was very happy and at some point I ran around ( Read more... )

This humanitarianism class is very exhausting. I would enumerate on the paradoxes that plague the humanitarian world, but I'm too tired of doing it. In the middle of the class I often feel really sick about the privileges we have, feel sick that I've participated in what is arguably the worst kinds of benevolence known to man, and I dread that ( Read more... )

Man of LaMancha - Jan 31st ( Read more... )

“Bloom where you are planted ( Read more... )

The one book I’m reading for my politics of humanitarianism class seems to be more than enough to justify coming to school here this semester. At first I balked at the idea of debating the morality of humanitarian issues, but really this author’s frankness and unapologetic pessimism about the human condition, and human nature, are exactly what I ( Read more... )

holy shit...i think i actually do LOVE MACALESTER. oh, subtle dread, go away. spring semester will be great. cabin boy and all ( Read more... )