“He lost his money in a geyser bank, Ho ho ho ho ho, First it floated and then it sank, Ho ho ho ho ho.” -Traditional Clayton Family Song, c. 1987 trip to Yellowstone My family used to write songs…
Category: But the Past Isn’t Done with Us
Where Credit is Due
I don’t believe in credit. To crib an old line from Nikki Hay, it’s not that I don’t believe it exists or happens, it’s just that I don’t believe it really should. Or in using it myself. In my last…
High School Never Ends
“Then when you graduate You take a look around and you say “Hey wait!” This is the same as where I just came from I thought it was over, aw that’s just great. … Seen it all before I want…
But I Can Feel, I Can Feel: A Counting Crows Show on the Verge of Everything
It must be observed that this has been a week beyond the average. To attempt to capture it all in some sort of laundry list seems to trivialize it (as, indeed, the very nature of the phrase “laundry list” captures).…
Suicide in the Sort of Present: Thoughts on the Passing of David Foster Wallace (1962-2008)
David Foster Wallace was whirled into my life by my eighth girlfriend (if she can quite be called that), the one I’ve lovingly dubbed “Try Before You Buy” in the nomenclature of retrospect. It was my sophomore year in college,…
Ducking Behind Pillars
I’m not exactly the world’s most social person. This is a bit of an understatement. Much has been made lately at my place of work of the classic old Myers-Briggs personality tests and their typologies. I have to smile wryly…
Epilogue
Yesterday, I worked a half-hour later than normal because suddenly things happened right at the end of the day that it seemed best to attend to then and there. Then I went to eat at Chipotle after work, mostly because…
My Life with Food
Food and I have never been friends. Food is like that friend one has when one doesn’t have a car, who one doesn’t really like or enjoy spending time with, but they have a car! So you hang out with…
Saturday in the Park
Been nearly two days in Chicago with a day to go. Have seen a full game in Wrigley Field (Cubs 3, Pirates 2), seen both of the previously unseen campuses I passed up as possible collegiate choices, and managed to…
Where Were You in Chicago?
Oh, Chicago. It’s been eight full years since my last visit to the Windy City (outside of one of the worst airport stopovers in modern history). The city of my almost absolutely ideal weather (could stand to be a little…