Back for one weekend only, by popular demand: Feeling a tad aged on my birthday, and consumed with fear of becoming a bit too predictable (or maybe it was just how temptingly long I had let my hair grow out?), I decided to re-shave a mohawk last weekend. It was a lovely 48 hours of… Continue reading Blast from the Past
If I actually kept careful track of how I spend my days, I am sure the result would be that I overwhelming pass through twenty-four hours by reading and listening to music (usually both at the same time). As I reflect on my rapidly-ending year, then, I figure the best way to capture this moment… Continue reading Time Capsule: Pt. 1
Speaking of things I was into when I was sixteen… The first time I saw Strike Anywhere was also the first punk show of my life. I remember it pretty distinctly; I had ordered a Rage Against the Machine t-shirt online, and had bought black pants (replacing my usual khakis and polo shirt) in the… Continue reading “When I’ve got the music, I’ve got a place to go.”
Alex V. Barnard - Sociology 