“Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing”

“Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing” by Will Carlson At some point in our lives everyone meets at Starbucks.  It’s true.  In 1997 an experiment was conducted by Profes… Source: “Don’t Look Now, the Universe is Laughing”

Time/Sex in the Crosshairs

  February 13, 2006  Monday How do you think of time?  It is linear?  There’s always been one way I’ve thought of time, in terms of years, and I’d like to know how normal it is (I hope not very). First, it is dark.  Not for dramatic effect, just because I don’t know what non-time…

In Loving Memory of Jake “The Missile” Turtle

February 3, 1998  Tuesday The loss will be felt for a long time.  Jen called my roommate D today to tell him the sorrowful news that her turtle Jake has passed from his world and on to the next today.  A service for the afternoon was quickly set up just behind Thompson, our freshman residence…

The Squeeze Sets In

November 15, 1999  Monday There comes a time during each semester, that every professor decides to tighten the reigns he or she holds over us–all at once.  This usually comes, oh, right about now as we are all looking towards Thanksgiving with big, shiny eyes and a string of drool hanging from our mouths. Could…

A Day in the Life

November 12, 1999  Friday The alarm blared at six like it had been asked to do, but now six seemed much earlier that it had the night before.  Seven sounded more reasonable, and the alarm stayed quiet for another hour. I kept being woken up during the night, though, because Matt and Camille, directly below…

The Future and the Past Together

November 11, 1999  Thursday Being a junior, it has become increasingly obvious that college will not last forever.  I spoke to my advisor today and she set up a preliminary timetable for graduation.  I met with her last Thursday as well, and we spoke about my major, English.  It seems that I won’t reach the…

Ship-bored

June 21, 2005  Tuesday Called the fam back in Illinois.  They have already made plan to come out to Norfolk, and said they will be here between August 3-14,  when Nicole will have to return to be ready to move into her dorm as a new college freshman.  That’s crazy.  If they were to come…

Burned Pancakes

June 6, 2005   Monday The week has just begun, and I wonder what you are doing with it now, seven thousand miles away.  I have in my hand your email from last week, so I’ll use that to fill my own letter with.  You already know some of the language?  I am impressed, but…

Here Goes – The Rush of the High Seas

  June 2, 2005  Thursday Alright, charge the coin-operated computer up in Zambia, because this is probably going to a long email, but I will start from the beginning.  That would last Friday, the 27th.  Id had just gotten off the ship from beginning gone all week and enjoying your messages before driving home to,…

“A Cold Play on Words, Waiting for the Music to Start”

written September 29, 2005 Every time I have a Yellow thought The Clocks stop I swear I’m in a Spiderweb for sure This Y mess, with the X What the hell, damn this stress What would you have me be, God …a Scientist? The better to Fix You-but wait? I do not hesitate To tend,…

The Killing Field?

July 2, 2005  Saturday There is a saying that must be foreign to your Southwest region, but it is well-known to the Midwest where I was raised: “Knee-high by the Fourth of July.”  This refers to how high the corn should be by mid-summer.  My small backyard plot here in Norfolk, Virginia I know, is…

Windmills

June 27, 2005  Monday As I was packing I paused to consider which book I would be bringing with me overnight at sea.  Most in my small collection seemed dreary and dull, but I picked out one that, again, I should have read long ago: Don Quixote.  Throwing it into my bag, I thought it…