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“The quote pushed me to accept that I have something to share that no one else can, while reminding me that my unique position and perspective should do less to separate me and more to bond me to the collective whole of human experience.”
“As I neared the work site, my father was standing with his weight leaning on a long metal bar, bucket hat and tinted sunglasses, leather work gloves, and a watchful look to examine how much of this he was going to have to explain and how much he was going to be able to leave unsaid because I am his son.”
by Rowan Bagley In my very first post in this punk rock blog series, I mentioned a movement from the 1990s called Queercore. Similar to the Riot Grrrl movement of … Continue Reading Queercore
“Trethowan’s quote struck me. It’s one of those things that we might not often stop to ponder. Like, if you think about how heavy a rain cloud is, it’s amazing that it seems to float in the sky. Man has been to the moon, but we don’t know why hiccups occur.”
“There were high tables, each with four easels supporting blank canvases. A brick wall, splashed with dimmable recessed lighting, and a stage for the instructor that would try to inspire and enlighten. Three brushes, gobs of five selected hues of paint for our suggested end goal: a dandelion gone to seed silhouetted against a full moon in a purple sky.”
“The quote seemed improbable. It sparked some synapses. Electrical. Chemical. Confusion. I could feel my brain feeling around in the vault. Don’t I know who Pancho Villa is? Somewhere between echoes of a Townes Van Zandt song and Three Amigo movie caricatures, I found a feeling where I thought I’d stored a fact.”
Quotations hold a special significance in the lexicon of human connection and communication.
by Audrey Harper
Why coffee? Believe it or not, coffee, tea, and the cafe scene were not my original idea for my blog. I’m a big fan of anthropology and different cultures of … Continue Reading I’ll Miss You A Latte
by Audrey Harper
By Ciera Miller Your dark roast sits in front of you. Steam rises from the mug. It smells of aromatic vanilla mixed with roasted Arabica beans and tickles your nostrils … Continue Reading A Caffeinated Dip
by Alison Turtlott
By Stephen Ground Phil was dying. He called Sunday morning, when he knew he’d wake me, catch me sleeping, so I couldn’t lie about doing something else. Said to come … Continue Reading Bodhi
By Ciera Miller Coffee or tea? The monumental question. Which is better? How should the battle between coffee and tea be fought? Should it be based on taste? Should it … Continue Reading Coffee v. Tea
By Catherine Moscatt It’s one of those nights The tectonic plates in my mind Are moving again We seem to be due For an earthquake I share my fears, unburden … Continue Reading Hereditary
by Audrey Harper