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I had plans yesterday. I had plans to finish the next chapter of Dogstar, to figure out the process of formatting and printing the beta version of my first novel, to get an oil change. Guess how many of those things I did. I woke up around 10, ready to take on the day. I…
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This is an interesting question. I think that, if 40 hours of our workweek wasn’t dedicated to goofing off as much as possible at work for a paycheck to live, things would still get done. People like being busy, but more than that, people like doing things they think are important. I like my job,…
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My thoughts go towards food, immediately. I grew up with a southern mother, so it’s ingrained into me that being a good host means feeding your guests. Offer drinks. No one who enters my home goes hungry. This goes for my community as well. I’ve been enamored with the idea of food forests since I…
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A friend of mine once told me that, statistically, you’re more likely to grow up to do your childhood dream job than anything else. I don’t doubt her. I know artists and blacksmiths, jewelry makers and authors, people making a living on crafts you would expect from a bustling European village circa 1765. For my…
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Which is to say, that there is no single magic bullet that will end all cancer. This is because of what cancer is — a nature often obscured by the language of treatments and punchy catchphrases and political platforms of “advancing a cure” — but the nature of cancer is that of an animal outside…
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This has been on my mind for weeks now, this nonstop frustration over how much time I have to do things that feed my soul. I have a lot of hobbies, and I’ll try out a new one at the drop of a hat. I’ve got several that I’m very interested in, but simply have…
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Far from the paintings in gilded frames of the Museum of Modern Art and the photographic artifice of the Museum of Illusions, Convergence Station stands as a white monolith between two highway overpasses. I can rave about it all I want — you’ve heard the reviews yourself. The immersive experience, the winding tunnels and secret…
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I get the marketing appeal of compressing yourself into a single concept. It makes your self presentation easy, prompts you to lean on whatever one attribute you’ve reduced yourself to. It’s like a pocket resume: here’s me. Here’s all you need to know. As a writer, though, I recoil from that. I can certainly say…
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It’s 2012, and I’m in a paint-splattered garden level classroom that feels like the caves of Lascaux. Our old art teacher just retired, and gone were the days of freeform projects and self-directed art. Our new art teacher insisted, instead, on actually teaching about art, our projects interspersed with lectures on art concepts and styles…
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One piece of advice I saw on the internet years ago changed my life. It goes a little something like this: “If you hate everyone, eat something. If you think everyone hates you, take a nap. And remember, nothing you think about yourself after 9pm is true.” Its sound advice. There’s very little a nap…
