December 2010
19 posts
A Brief Oral History of the Past Few Days From The...
With my car (‘Lanche is his proper name) brimming with the necessities of a Christmas Break away from my closet and my last final exam turned in to the professor, I was ready to make the harrowing voyage from Denver to Longview, Texas. America is a drink best drank while driving, therefore I choose to experience its wonders while behind the wheel of the ‘Lanche—my faithful friend...
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ListenJoe Pug-Nation of Heat Click on the bar at the...
Dec 15th
Reflections on 25 Mostly-odd Years
I turned 25 on Sunday, and while I can’t say I look much different than I did at, say, 21, I can say I feel different. Each new year comes from the successful navigation of the murky waters of life. There are no maps to life and Frommer’s and Rand Macnally don’t delve into the subject either. The only things we have to aid us in our attempt at making good choices are Scriptures...
Dec 15th
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Dec 12th
Listencountryandwestern: Ernest Tubb - I’ll Be Walkin’...
Dec 12th
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It's Good to Have Dreams
I have felt for some time that people of my generation have basically become cheap exhibitionists. Every moment of our lives must be documented and then shared with the world. No one really wants to see the mundane details of your idiotic life, yet people my age will still film it and then upload it. Youtube is filled with videos of people eating, sleeping, staring, and even talking about...
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Art Walk
There is no way I could have adequately prepared for how cold it was. It wasn’t sub-zero, but the chill in the air was noticeable and non sequitur when taken in the context of the rest of Friday. My lack of fear in the face of the impending cold front proved to simply be an omen of more inexplicable things to come the night of the Art Walk in which myself, the Adams Dreyer and Mcclure,...
Dec 7th
“Beauty makes truth splendid”
– Plato
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Wholly Fed
Ink black at 6 pm. The kind of dark that makes you think it’s midnight. Headlights and tail-lights merge into one giant stream of laser—burning my eyes.  Never go to the grocery store hungry. Never have only a cup of coffee for lunch. Rules are meant to be broken and chances to be taken. My car screamed gleefully down the road and willed itself into a glove-tight parking space,...
Dec 1st