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Existential Dread: Millennial Edition

I can’t decide if the threat of nuclear war with North Korea is real. That’s the problem with the Information Age. I know the details–nuclear tests and Frankenstein missiles and bond villain wannabes–but I have to draw my own conclusions. It used to be, “Hey, the Soviets are putting missiles in Cuba,” or “Hey, the Soviets have tested the H-bomb, so hide…

On Plane Crashes

I worry about plane crashes. How terrible it must be to witness one. You’re racing down the highway, new-growth pine on either side blurring brown-green as you zip by, wheels growling over asphalt as the wind clears its throat. Just then, another sound rises behind you, a roar that swallows the din of the radio, the thump of the engine, rising till…

See-Through Men

Last night, we were driving the old roads of St. Bernard in Joe’s first truck, the one that washed up on the neutral ground, upholstery muddied, water pooling in the footwells despite the heat. We were in the old truck, just driving, but Joe kept taking his eyes off the road to dig in the clutter behind his seat, the narrow space…

English Teacher Psychiatry

People are more willing to talk personally when it’s not in their native language. I’ve rested my posterior on soft-backed chairs in stuffy boardrooms all over this city. I’ve tasted what brown swill they’ve called coffee and asked generic questions like, “What kinds of projects have you been working on?” and “Oh, could you tell me more about that?” I’ve listened and nodded where…

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and feel crummy!

“The future’s got me worried, such awful thoughts. My head’s a carousel of pictures. The spinning never stops.” – “Nothing Gets Crossed Out,” Bright Eyes We went to see Interstellar on Monday, and it’s gotten me thinking about where we come from and where we’re going. The movie itself was kind of bad. I liked it more than I didn’t, but they could…

Tell the truth

I’ve had a tough couple weeks, and it’s gotten me thinking about the three worst days of my life, those days that couldn’t be contained by a mere 24 hours and stretched to weeks and months. They’ve averaged about one a decade–the first in the early 90s, the middle in the mid aughts, and the last just a couple years ago. I…

On Making Friends

I’ve got something to say, but it keeps getting stuck in my throat. […] I don’t know what I’m worried about. No one in the world reads this besides me. […] Here’s what happened: Saturday was cold, hovering a degree or two above freezing. The typical greyness of west German winter had just rolled in, and tourists from the width and breadth…