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Vocational Provocation

5 September, 2013 (11:28) | Story | No comments

If it hadn’t been for the way the skin around her knuckles flexed as she adjusted her silver and black tie, I would’ve thought she was younger than I was. Uniforms can do that, mask a person. It’s almost a costume, one which prepares the wearer for the job at hand. Fast food employees are […]

Sketches of Summer IV

4 September, 2013 (07:50) | Sketchbook, Work | No comments

For context, read Sketches of Summer I Requested by Eliana. “I want a gangster hamster.” “A what?” “A gangster hamster.” “Do you mean an urban gangster or Al Capone gangster?” “Huh? “Nevermind.”

Sketches of Summer III

2 September, 2013 (08:45) | Sketchbook, Work | No comments

For context, read Sketches of Summer I Requested by Mackenzie. “I want a goth unicorn.” “Will emo do?” “Yeah! Oh, and make him holding a rubber duckie.” “A rubber duckie?” “You heard me.” Two years ago, after summer had ended and the school year began, I slid into my first mud season as a sub […]

Sketches of Summer II

31 August, 2013 (08:43) | Sketchbook, Work | No comments

For context, read Sketches of Summer I One of my favorite campers this summer (and that title means little cause I enjoy so many of them) was Emilie. She’s incredibly bright and funny and often took the lead when it came to improv comedy activities, something I’ve always felt terrible at. She was also, despite […]

Sketches of Summer I

29 August, 2013 (13:09) | Sketchbook, Work | 4 comments

Over the summer, I was wrangled to rejoin the YMCA for their summer camp program. Unfortunately, due to my dilly-dallying in the Spring, I missed the boat at the more prestigious and lucrative management positions. The upside was that I was installed with a regular group of kids and quickly took to drawing pictures for […]

Enjoy the Little Things

25 July, 2013 (21:16) | Creativity | No comments

“How dare you!” I screamed across the chasm. The fan just continued to twist and spin. It gently blew, indifferent to my rage. I seethed at it. How DARE it demand that I crawl from beneath my covers and walk across the room! For a moment, while the fan spun away from me, in that […]

Well?

14 February, 2012 (07:24) | Creativity | No comments

The question hangs over me like a mobile, answers spinning around my head like the slow, dizzying rotations of tiny airplanes or planets. “Well?” I say it aloud, pondering the possibilities, weighing how bare I should be. My eyes scan the mottled ceiling above me, but there are no solutions there. A more leading question […]

Ego Booster

7 December, 2011 (18:08) | Creativity | No comments

I probably shouldn’t be supporting my friend’s self-important ways, but when he said he wanted to make himself into a sticker and turn himself into a living meme, I got the idea for “Newman Owns.” This was the end result.

Marking Morality

26 October, 2011 (12:26) | Creativity | No comments

Aesop’s “Tortoise and the Hare” may be his most famous fable. There’s something amazing about Aesop that I have a great deal of difficulty understanding. His fables are unrealistic and fanciful, and yet they teach a morality that’s applicable in the real world. This isn’t something you can say about Harry Potter or Lord of […]

Two Lights Passing in the Night

21 September, 2011 (10:37) | Story | 1 comment

Late Night Bike Rides by Wilfrido Hernandez. Their wheels hum in unheard harmony as they approach the tunnel from opposite ends. The still night air whistles harmonics in their ears, the chorus distracting pleasantly from the crisp cold nipping gently at their exposed skin. They strain their eyes in unison, each fighting the inky darkness […]

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