Why would you do such silly things? Why would you still continue doing them? Why would you stay up til the early hours of the morning drawing something that is going to be ugly anyway? Why would you spend the precious hours of your precious weekend volunteering at an animal shelter that isn’t going to earn you any CIP […]Read more "A Meditation on the Meaningless"
So what do you do on your birthdays? As the minutes and the seconds creep toward, and then undramatically, boringly, past zero-hour, as I turn 26 (ah… there, we just clicked/slid/ticked into 6 February 2018), I can’t help but wonder what I’m supposed to feel. It’s always like that with societally-sanctioned celebrations and milestones for […]Read more "Come Celebrate with Me: A Birthday Post"
So why history? Why still history? I realized I once told the story of how I stumbled, rather grudgingly, and awkwardly, into becoming a history major, some four+ years ago, but I’ve never told you about why I continued being a history major since. Because unlike some of my friends in other majors, who stagger to the […]Read more "Why History?: Reflections on a Boring Major"
New year resolutions? Anybody? Ahhhh, it’s that annual dilemma, one of many that confronts the wet-blankets (over)thinking, hyper-aware person emplaced in any societal context: do I give in to festive pressure, or do I resist, vocally; or do I simply walk away from the whole charade, or do I pretend to resist but submit in […]Read more "On Happiness: Reflections on a New Year"
So, let me ask dutifully, because i’ve run out of things to ask, how was your 2017? I think you’re here to read something hopefully and obliquely and vaguely meaningful, not a check list of what went well and what went wrong… The Tibia in the Closet So let me tell you about my valiant […]Read more "The Holy & the Broken: Reflections on an Old Year"
What was your most awkward reunion this year? Reunions and catch-ups are strange things, and grow stranger the older I get. Somewhere along the dim marches of the past, you shared in an experience with a group of people, for a period of time. That time passes: there is a plot twist or a road-fork […]Read more "On Reunions: The Snug Sock and the Clutched Straw"
I almost did not write this entry. The inspiration for this piece started out simply enough: a friend sharing her experience with being the best she could be, and how that quite nearly drove her crazy. The quest to achieve a goal never stopped. It simply became an obsession with wanting to do better, because […]Read more "Other Perfections"