A little Frenching

It’s been a while since I’ve been immersed in pop music. Part of it is just an age thing, part of  it from living abroad, and part of it because pop music is terrible. Sometimes it’s terrible in a good way, but generally I find it to be the regular kind of terrible. But even if…

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Suck it Trebek

When I was a teenager, I took a Driver’s Ed course offered by my local public school. It was competitive to enroll, because it was far more affordable than taking classes through a private company, but still met the state requirements to get your license. The instructor of the class was a very ornery old…

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On qualifying interests

I’m going to start out this post with the sentence that drives some of my friends crazy – I don’t watch Game of Thrones. I’ll give you a moment to let that sink in. I gave the book series a chance before the show was even a glint in HBO’s eye. I read the first one,…

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On a serious note

When I was in middle school, I went on a student trip to Europe. We spent three weeks touring, starting in Spain and working our way through the mountains into France, then a detour through Switzerland on our way to Germany before ending our trip in Paris. It was a transformative experience for me, instilling…

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Lost and found

I’m not just a hoarder of books – I’m a hoarder of words. A very well organized hoarder, but a hoarder nonetheless. I have files and boxes full of papers, all with a certain meaning to me. There are reading packets from college courses I found particularly interesting, quotes written on post-its, notes passed back…

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On poetry and purpose

A few days ago, I read an article on The Atlantic that struck a chord. In it, author Sherman Alexie reveals that a single line of poetry inspired him to dedicate himself to the arts. Bang. It was right there. It was waiting for me. People talk about “that moment when you just know”—I don’t think…

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