On Ferguson

Write only when you have something to say. ~ David Hare The last time I wrote on this site was five months ago. I'd been writing here regularly for a few years, and simply put, I felt like I'd run out of things to say, so I said nothing. Turns out,…

Attention vs Absorption

So many of our days, so much of our society, is built on the idea of battling our very selves. To a certain extent, that's necessary: when left unconstrained, unbounded, we humans can be reckless and downright harmful beasts. We need form, so we build walls. We need structure, so…

Spotify and Me

In my hometown, just on the other side of a floodwall that runs perpendicular to the Ohio River, lies a small, run-down store that occupied much of my time and thoughts as a teenager. It’s called the Sound Xchange. In it lie treasures untold: racks upon racks of CDs,…

It's Your Moment

If life is a series of moments, we have incredible power over how we live our lives, simply because we have incredible power over how we spend each moment. This moment (for example), you’re reading my words... but you could just as easily be reading someone else’s words,…

The Happy Consumer

My first concert was a homecoming celebration just on the other side of the river from my hometown, in Parkersburg, West Virginia. There were games and spectacles of the sort you'd expect at such a festival. And because I was nine at the time, those things held my fascination to…

The Significance of Insignificance

You can’t know how incredible it is in here. The beauty and the majesty, and, at the next corner, the depravity. There are whirlwinds and windows and trees and even the occasional clown. There is misery and triumph and heartbreak and somber reflections. It’s cozy here, where I…

On Politics and Social Media

Over on Slate is a list of 22 answers for creationists, posted as a response to 22 questions asked by creationists, directed at those who believe in evolution. Each response is thoughtful, kind, and respectful, but forceful in their conviction. Question 9 is a great example: 9) “If God did…

The Value of Work

When I was eighteen, my car (a monstrous and monstrously large 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V) broke down, its gigantic rear axle having refused to endure any more of the torture of propelling that beast down the highways of southeast Ohio. At the time, I'd been seeing the girl I…

Input/ Output

2013, as every other year, was a year in which many good and many bad things happened. Things were created, and things were destroyed. Hopes were dashed, and hopes were lifted. Many breathed their last, and many breathed their first. We all witnessed the spectrum of these happenings; they happened…

Why I (Must) Write

I started writing poetry in grade school. Encouraged by even the slightest praise, I kept writing poems throughout high school. What I wrote was too abstract to be good- my poems had the slipperiness of an eel soaked in butter. They were abstract because my thoughts were abstract; I didn’…