I mentioned that I don’t like dogs, but it’s really nothing personal. The only reason I’m adamant about not liking dogs is because people nearly fainted when I said it, as if dogs died in masses as the words were leaving my mouth. As if I was inherently less human for thinking that. This is what I mean by white interest being perpetuated as universal ideals. Not everyone has to like dogs.
Every spring, it seems, The Pioneer writes the same article about the baseball team. Year after year, the baseball preview promises improvement, and year after year the team finishes another season with the same disappointing results.
The eagle has landed!
Bedraggled, exhausted, cranky. And oh so relieved. The weary family of travelers steps off the plane after an overnight and harrowing ride. My mother sums up our familial relief...
"Don't be so afraid of doing something that you do nothing"
These were the sage words of wisdom that were imparted to us yesterday night at TPC's Homelessness Colloquium by Broad Street Ministries representatives....
There is something to be said about the judgment of quarterbacks in the National Football League. When asking fans, players, or anyone with an opinion of the subject of who is the best quarterback in...
It seems fitting that my first post would come as the sports world slowly rises after its hangover from what might have been the most culturally shocking start to a year in about 2,013 years. The biggest...
Journal Entry - Day 3 stranded in the Canadian airport bubble
Life energy meter: down 18%
Personal hygiene status: showered (success!), same clothes worn for three days (fail)
I've begun learning...
The itinerary for today included a trip to the Coromandel peninsula and a stop by New Zealand's Hot Water Beach. Sitting in a Canadian airport, I've had plenty of time to look at pictures and imagine myself...
We've been here 3 days now, and the housing process is fully under way. What does that mean? Cue the panic and the sizing up. Everybody has been milling around trying to figure out who they want to...
My mother told me to title this entry "The Journey Begins." But she is a happy and optimistic soul. I responded with an alternate title: "The Journey Attempted To Begin But Then It Got Beotch-Slapped In...
Ridiculous title, I know, but I'm victoriously celebrating the end of my bout with bronchitis (20 ish hour flights and infected bronchi mix about as well as orange juice and mint toothpaste). Also, I promise...
Before I leave this country that I have come to love, I want to say thank you to several Moroccans whom I have had the privilege of meeting. Although most* of them will most likely not read this, I still...
