I’ve been grappling with Newton’s First Law of Motion lately—specifically, the part about Inertia. I can’t quite generate the energy necessary to move the huge boulder which is me and what I want to do with the rest of my life, so I tend to end up remaining at rest. Suzy calls it a “very…
The Redemption of “I”
I stand before you today changed, having been rightfully accused of defaming the ninth letter of our alphabet. To make amends for my past transgressions against ‘I,’ let us turn our gaze toward its crowning achievement: “Inspiration.” It is a word that is most definitely not icky, irritating, or ill-favored. In truth, do we not…
Who Am I
There is a curious phonological phenomenon in the English language: the letter “I” often serves as the gateway to our discomforts. When we speak of the irritable, the icky, or the insufferable, the vowel sits at the front of the mouth, sharp and thin. It is the sound of an interruption, a jagged edge in…
The Unfinished Canvas
Aren’t you just a little bit envious when you hear about someone who has found their dream? I watched It’s a Gardening Show last night, and the host met a woman who grew apples. On screen, she seemed entirely at peace. Now, I suspect her farm isn’t nearly as serene as the edited footage suggested—farming…
Slow Start
In the grand tradition of the American pastime, nothing is quite as sacred—or as deeply annoying—as the “Slow Start.” The beginning of the season brings a special kind of existential dread that makes rational people do very irrational things. By this week of the season, every MLB fan base is divided into two camps: those…