There’s a difficulty I find in trying to express the feeling this time period has produced in me. It’s a numbness, but a burning numbness, which undermines the entire definition of what numb is. I feel nothing and everything at once. Yet we are at a juncture in time where little makes sense anymore, so […]Read more "Kremlin’s Kraken Keeps Trumping America"
I stopped by Easton tonight to join my buddies Shawn and Kenny on their MicHop Podcast to talk about this weekend’s music festival and campout, SHAKEDOWN BY THE RIVER, American Education, and much more.Read more "Another Visit to MicHop Podcast: Weekend Fun, American Education, and Much More"
The problem (among many) with the current Republican party is that all their candidates are quick to angered vitriol but incapable of swallowing their pride.Read more "I Don’t Know Why I Can’t Stop Talking About This Shit"
Took some time and headed out to Easton, PA last night to sit in and talk live music, writing, and assorted nonsense on the Mic Hop Podcast. You can listen to it below. That said, make sure to check out their site and what they’re doing in regards to open mics: www.MicHopTours.comRead more "Mic Hop Podcast"
I spent three weeks reading through everything I ever wrote, eventually compiling a varied mix of pieces into a book. Imagine standing in front of a mirror naked, thoroughly examining every square inch of your body–and doing so for three weeks with little interaction with the outside world. It’s unnerving, and you’ll find some things […]Read more "The Forgotten Chapter"
In this day and age nobody likes being sold to, mostly because it feels like someone or some company is trying to manipulate us. We’re all too smart for that anyway. In that spirit, I’ve decided to make an argument for why you shouldn’t buy my book, Life On a Treadmill: The Collected Works of […]Read more "Why You Shouldn’t Buy My Book"
Every so often Direct TV will call and tell me how awesome of a customer I am and then try and get me to pay more money for channels I don’t want or need. They disguise it as a reward, but it’s not. This particular time the lady was incredibly persistent. I’m just going to […]Read more "Direct TV Really Wants to Improve My Love Life"
You feel that? Feel what? The sweet release of those cuckoo chemicals, dripping and slipping through that mushy organ you call a brain. You mean you? I am you and you are me. We are one. I guess, but this is an ungodly hour to begin drinking.Read more "My Brain and I at Five in the Morning"
It was 2008 when I finally learned what, “Fuck it,” meant. I was just one year into my time at Champlain, a college I got in to partially because of political op-eds I had written for local newspapers. In 2000, right around the time I was beginning high school, I took an interest in politics. […]Read more "We’re Living in a Fuck It Kind of World"
I got hit by a car while riding my bike. My knee smashed into the passenger side of the car, just above the wheel well, causing me to fly over my handlebars and land on the ground chin first. My left shoe flew off, and when I got my bearings I noticed the car that […]Read more "Throwback Rant: Getting Hit by a Car and the 2008 Financial Crisis"