Is the Story Really Dead?
Is there really a viable alternative to stories? Perhaps it’s really true that humans are innately primed to be persuaded, consoled, and inspired by a beginning, middle, and end.
Going Wild for Cheryl Strayed
If she thought she was teaching me about altitude and streams and trail markers, she was instead teaching me about the benefit of time and insight, as well as the gift you offer the world when you use words and sentences and grammar and craft to explain it all to the world.
Race Matters on a Sad Day
It’s a weird, narrow way of talking about college admissions that we somehow think that we have identified a metric of success that is independent of a person’s racial identity.
The Piranhas are Eating the Rich
In the end, of course, it didn’t matter at all. Pulverized in a fraction of a second. Our human empathy imagining them imagining their deaths a waste of time and attention. We collectively worried for them for hundreds of years more than they worried for themselves.
Coloring the Wizard of Oz, Updating Art
Heraclitus once said, “You can’t step in the same river twice.” So maybe you can’t rewatch the same movie, and no amount of updating colors or drum beats will overcome the distance modernity has traveled.
Strangers to Ourselves, Strangely Satisfying
In my twenties, I tried an experiment to see how long I could not eat. Could I have induced anorexia? I don’t have any doubt that I could have.
Is Chocolate Milk Evil? Banning Added Sugar…and Books
“The way that school officials talk about proposals like this, you’d think that they were debating what children eat and drink, instead of what they have easy access to in a school cafeteria.”
If you can’t do a single pushup… instead, do this.
At some moments in life, maybe it’s a welcome question to wonder: what pushup am I not doing because I’m telling myself it’s too hard?
tick tick…Boom : A Teen Theater Musing
“Very few stories take on this moment of being in your late 20’s in a way that isn’t fully focused on romance.”
What Even is a Movie? An Irrelevant Review of Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog
What if, in a movie, you didn’t know exactly what was going to happen five minutes into it?