Trenton really deserves all the credit. He recently started a new running program and it has totally inspired me to get my ass back in shape. At Carleton, we had easy access to the rec center, and working out was never really an issue. The biggest inconvenience (besides the 8 minute walk across campus) was […]
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but fuck me if I post his picture this time
Saturday was a busy day. In the morning, I helped set up the CASA booth at Macy’s. Some lovely volunteers of ours offered to sit at the table and sell coupon books for the Macy’s Shop For A Cause event, but I think it was kind of a wash. We made something like $20 the […]
Read more...paisano means friend
In my excitement to go over the next bit of my life’s adventure, I neglected to write about a sizable portion of what I’ve been up to these past few weeks. My last day at UofL was August 28th. Everything before that is largely irrelevant. I left with zero fanfare. As much as I might […]
Read more...scatter my ashes in Lyman Lakes OR romanticizing the stone
There are certain moments that, when you are right in the middle of them, you know you’re going to remember forever. You can feel yourself filing everything away—the smell, the sounds, the people you’re with, the way the light hits the trees—manually forming the memory so you can bring it back up in its entire […]
Read more...Clifford Takes a Trip
“Dear Katie, I have decided on what I’m going to do: I am going to take the train.” So began a 2:30am email from Cliff and our adventure through the tri-state area of the Ohio River Valley. I picked up Cliff from the Amtrak station in Indianapolis around midnight on Friday, and then turned around […]
Read more...the beer
Typing these old journal entries has reminded me of what a huge pain in the ass it was to write an entry (nearly) every day when I was in England. There are some pages where my handwriting is barely legible and even less coherent, because I was delirious with exhaustion when I wrote them. Nevertheless, […]
Read more...Goobertown
This past weekend I drove down to Arkansas to see my cousin compete in an NCAA Division I bowling tournament. On the way down, we drove through a place called Goobertown, and Will narrowly escaped a fistfight with a one-armed man. True story. Emily bowls for the Lady Red Wolves at ASU and although she’s […]
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Freshman year, there was a girl who lived down the hall from me, who—for whatever reason—was explaining how to prepare and eat fried crickets. “The best way to kill them,” she said, “is to put them in the freezer.” I chuckled and asked if you could hear them screaming, the way lobsters cry out when […]
Read more...mmm… pastey.
Paste Magazine is almost always completely in sync with my musical tastes, and now it seems they’re almost always completely in sync with my life as well: Carleton!ear-x-tacy! It’s like they’re sitting in my closet writing the copy… it’s kind of freaking me out.
Read more...eggs and bakey
I am NOT a morning person. I do love mornings—the light, the smell, the stillness—but there is something in me physiologically opposed to being alive before 10am. I like to think that if I could sit on my porch wrapped up in a heavy cotton quilt, drinking my coffee, holding but not reading a book, […]
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