Anglophile

It’s mid-summer cleaning time.  As I pack myself up for a very permanent-feeling move to California, I’m purging myself of old books and clothes and knickknacks and CDs, hopelessly attempting to maintain the myth that I still maintain the student ideal of a life that fits into two duffel bags.  Cleaning has taken a digital… Continue reading Anglophile

Oral History

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

Cold Calling

The dirty secret of my budding* career in the social sciences is that talking to people kind of scares me.  It’s a bit difficult to explain why: having spent three years Mohawk-ed in one of the country’s more conservative institutions, I can’t say that I’m too obsessed with what people think of me.  Still, though,… Continue reading Cold Calling

Three Cheers: A World-Cup-Patriotism Post-Mortem

Sometime around age sixteen, I pretty much gave up on patriotism.  The accumulated weight of bearing witness to a senseless “pre-emptive” war, the travesty that was the Bush Administration, and listening to one-too-many Anti-Flag records combined to squash much appreciation for the country where I was born out of me.  I wouldn’t say I was… Continue reading Three Cheers: A World-Cup-Patriotism Post-Mortem

Twenty Three

Somewhat against my better judgment, I turned twenty-three yesterday. Anyone who reads this regularly knows that I’ve been going through a bit of existential angst about where my life is heading lately.  Yesterday was a nice switch, a chance to take a step back and think about where, in the last year, I’ve been.  As… Continue reading Twenty Three