July 2010
15 posts
The Detasseling Diaries: the Day I Almost Died...
I almost passed out in the middle of a cornfield.
Seriously.
Day two was much the same as day one: long, boring, and filled with people who shouldn’t be so loud before 9am. Thankfully, I made a new friend. We both loved old movies, so that was a good sign. Why? Because my personal viewpoint is that if someone likes old movies, that means they are, at the very least, smart and worth giving...
“This brightness, this long spell of sunny days, was history’s last fling...”
– Ian McEwan
The World According to Grandmother Willow
I’m learning to think less, and by ‘think less’, I mean stop analyzing everything until it dies.
I think so much that it can be stupid, honestly. It is a disgustingly annoying mental-enigma that only I’m aware is occurring and it’s becoming crippling on a unique level. I think, and more specifically, anaylze so much, that now I’m determined to stop. You know...
Unknown and Undiscovered
We’re taught many things when we’re growing up. Everything from reading, writing, and arithmetic to stranger danger, but somehow one of the most important facades of life has been completely overlooked. Why are we seemingly taught everything but community?
My gut instinct would say that maybe you can’t teach community, maybe it’s just caught. Via exposure, you catch onto...
The Resemblance is Uncanny!
Here are the three people I am told most often that I resemble…
1 ~ Josh Groban: the famed operatic voice of our generation, is who I most often told that I resemble. I’ve been told it’s the eyes, which is odd since I think his eyes look very racoon-ish.
2 ~ Jasper from Twilight: He’s quiet (sometimes), he has good hair (most of the time), and he’s good-looking...
The Detasseling Diaries: Training Day
Day one: training Day. I have never seen so many scared-looking faces in one day, within the span of my entire life.
I was standing on the lawn of a random hotel with my cousin, Austin, waiting for the bus to come pick us up when I decided to have a look around. There were only about twenty people standing with us, so it took mere seconds to glance at all of them. The first word that came to...
On the Corner of Memory Lane and Augustana
The piano at the beginning of Augustana’s Boston brings me back to the kitchen of a dear friend, who is all the way back in California. It was the morning I was going to begin my journey home to Iowa, and we all got together and had one “last supper” together. The song brings that memory back to me….
the Plaid Ocean: A Short Story p1
These are some excerpts from a short story I am writing. Feel free to leave comments!
In the city that never sleeps, coffee is a necessity. Mark Burke knew this fact well. It was three in the morning, on a day that would end up becoming one of the most important days in his entire life, and he was exhausted beyond all reason.
The night before, he had reluctantly attended a party he knew he...
