When I run hard, the world collapses around me. External concerns which often to be circulating endlessly in my brain disappear, and my thinking narrows into calculating splits, sizing up the next hill, and willing myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other. As soon as the run ends and the endorphins… Continue reading Once (Again) a Runner
Aside from the fact that it was a cataclysmically bad movie, one of the only things I can remember about the Matrix II was an extremely dumb line, in which someone said “You never really know someone until you’ve fought them” (or something). I tend to take a similar attitude towards cities: “You never really… Continue reading A bit AWOL
I hadn’t looked at my passport photo for a long time prior to embarking on my now moderately infamous quest to get a U.K. visa. It’s actually pretty amusing. I have no piercings—not in my ears, not in my eyebrow—and my hair is closely cropped and normal colored. The thing that really humors me, though,… Continue reading “Shoeing the Tabs”, whatever that means
Alex V. Barnard - Sociology 