I sit on the seat I always sit on when I am skipping class. The metal stool at the blue-painted wooden table in the northwest corner of Gravel City Roasters by the massive, ceiling-to-floor window front. Right tucked up against the window, as if I were outside with the sunshine itself. My customary class-skipping double-espresso, featured today in a ladybug 2.75oz cup, rests drained … Read More The Vital Importance of Idiosyncratic Leggings
As soon as I woke up on Monday, my banana journey began. For a week straight (Monday, October 23th to Monday, October 30th) I aimed to ingest only bananas as a calorie source. Coffee, tea, club soda, and water accompanied my little yellow friends into the caverns. No salads. No grains. No sweets, no peanut butter. Only bananas. I shot for about 20 bananas … Read More This Week I Ate 90 Bananas and Ran 60 Miles
“It was our belief that the love of possessions is a weakness to overcome. Its appeal is to the material part, and if allowed its way, it will in time disturb one’s spiritual balance. Therefore, children must early learn the beauty of generosity. They are taught to give what they prize most, that they may taste the happiness of giving. If a child is … Read More End-Product Josie Needs Some Practice
“If you can see yourself doing something, you can do it. If you can’t see yourself doing something, usually you can’t achieve it”. Thus speaks David Goggins, my fitness hero and constant mental companion to each hard run. The past year in Austria showcased a host inconsistent running as a result of constant traveling; this current school semester has yielded a tighter schedule than … Read More In The Pursuit of Greatness
“Should we stay in the cave or should we find a new spot for tonight?” Thus launched Saturday’s conversation between my dear beloved pal Lindsey and I as we sat cross-legged in our wonderful soft-earthed cave floor sipping Stanley french-press coffee from blue tin mugs. The Arkansan air was timid and peaceful, stooping down to caress the little creek which contained Buffalo River nestled … Read More Feeding The Soul: Adventures in Arkansas
There is nothing quite as serene as being slung between two trees on a bed of nylon woven cloth; the gentle breeze providing a cushioned sway to the beat of the Universe pulse. It is as if all forest dwellers sign a pact with my intelligent hammock to stay away, simply to observe and not to eat. There has never been a time when … Read More When Hammock Met Thunderstorm
Dear Squadron, Hey there. You beautiful, auspiciously good-willed bellwether of a callipygian nature. You, my formidable invisible audience, have changed me over the past year and ten months. I don’t usually write for you specifically, but your very arcane presence has given me opportunities to practice authenticity, courage, vulnerability, and passion. This site doesn’t generate that many hits, I am fully aware and fine … Read More Happy 100! Letter from the Editor and Most Memorable Posts
Here we interrupt the excitement of reading Freud’s proposal of Psychoanalysis (on my end, not yours) to give some clarifications on what makes a pigeon a badass. Wait. Strange choice in adjective. Chub-glubber? No no, that’s not a real word. Upstanding moral citizen? Not quite. Luficer’s handmaiden? Hmm–a bit too far right. Let’s just let pigeons be themselves. The phrase “to pigeonhole” exists for … Read More MAD Pigeon Respect
If I could offer any advice–to you, to myself–it would be to go about boldly. This is more than living boldly or going into the world with boldness. It is not as calculated as that. It is simply going about, in whatever way one interprets such a phrase, in a bold manner. Alright, onwards now with a short* narrative filled with tales of nights … Read More Sleeping in Airports, Hitchhiking through Romania
Human beings are social creatures. The desire for a good, satisfying conversation is inevitable, no matter the degree to which one identifies oneself on the “introversion-extroversion” spectrum. What is it that lends hand to a good conversation? How does one go about hosting a good conversation?
“Be brave enough to begin a conversation that actually matters”.
“Hydrogen jukebox” comes from a line in Allen Ginsberg’s poem “Howl” (1955): …who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox… Ginsberg explained that the hydrogen jukebox signifies a state of “hypertrophic high-tech, a psychological state in which people are at the limit of their sensory … Read More Press Play