A few weeks ago, I spilled my coffee at the breakfast table three days in a row. Someone suggested that maybe I was guzzling too much caffeine, and I replied that, no, I’ve been on an unhealthy-grad-student level of coffee consumption for some time. Curious, though, I went off for a few days, but it… Continue reading The Normal One
There are times when deciding where to go to grad school feels very weighty. A certain part of me is convinced that—despite being faced by a choice of four prestigious schools with great faculty and generous funding packages—I could really fuck this up. After all, if I don’t go to the right school, I won’t… Continue reading
My grandpa is out in the garage. He’s been standing-up for the last four hours, while he refinishes a bench with a power-sander. I suppose this is not that exceptional, except that he is ninety years old, and—despite having flown half-way across the country unassisted to come visit us—has decided to spend his vacation doing… Continue reading Oral History
One day in eighth grade, when my mother was out of town, my dad picked me up to school. At this point in my life, all I wanted to do after 3:30 p.m. was get home and fry my brain with hours and hours of video games (I think it was Starcraft at that point),… Continue reading In My Father’s Shoes
Alex V. Barnard - Sociology 