“I was an alien in utero somehow missed New Mexico fell to Earth in Baltimore I know” -Counting Crows, “Dislocation” Moments of relatability are so resonant because they are rare. It is hard to write about alienation without feeling like…
Category: Keepin’ it Cryptic
15 Years and a Day
It is perhaps fitting that I went with Introspection-style dash-bullet-points to summarize my experience in yesterday’s post. After all, yesterday was the 15th anniversary of my opening salvo into blogging, the first post of Introspection. Like so many things done…
One Year Later
This blog still exists, by the way. This isn’t a conscious decision to never blog again, but the combined product of possibly the busiest year of my life and some factors therein that haven’t seemed to lend themselves to public…
The Profundity of Being Alone
Something is right with me today. It’s a weird feeling and its pervasive presence is underscoring how far from feeling this way I’ve been in a long time and prompting further contemplation of the differences. There are a lot of…
Sun Cracks Horizon Dawn
Forgive the use of the Star Warsy sounding subtitle in the new logo up top, but it’s really the most accurate thing I can convey. There’s a reason that film was a smash hit, and if you go back and…
Friday Without a Cause
There’s no debate this weekend. Not because there’s no scheduled tournament, but because that tournament doesn’t serve the purposes of the Rutgers team. It’s in British Parliamentary style, designed to prepare American teams for competition on the Worlds stage, with…
Funhouse Mirrors
She looked at her arm and noticed the spot. It was a small spot, but darker than it should have been. Worth getting checked out. But before she even bothered to get it checked out, she knew what it was.…
Mo(u)rning
He wakes up alone, as he has done for fifty-five consecutive mornings. But it is different this time. The feel of the air, the emptiness, the texture and smell of the environs. He has been here before, repeatedly, and almost…
This is What I Get for Grandiose Titles
Some days are diamonds. Some days are rocks. And then there are those special unique days that manage to be both. That manage to be, dare I say it, the best and worst of all possible worlds, rolled into one.…
Emily Grad School Update
I know it’s all out in the open and stuff, but I kind of liked the code system. So, at the risk of ridiculousness… ELGC-GS: 2/2 (?C, ?H, ?O, +P, +Y) No word on money yet. The postal service is…