Georgia Pine Tree
It was four months ago now that I first saw the fliers: the minds at work behind Lawson & Lawson Landscaping were undertaking the enormous task of moving a fully grown, adult Georgia pine tree up north to the considerably different climate of central Kentucky as part of a newly built local memorial. Not a soul in town thought that it could be done: “It’ll never make it,”...
I Can't Let Her Go
I know not where she’s going, And hardly where she’s been All I know’s that she’s gone Without a shadow for me to follow Down that lonely road again And all I do is cry here It’s so much better in the rain She carries my load, good or bad, She makes me happy, makes me sad, But now she’s gone away I don’t know where she’s standing Or the...
Anonymous asked: rank in order of importance to you personally: academics, social life, leisure.
The Three Men
Earlier this week, during my trip to Tokyo, I went to the famous intersection in Shibuya, where hundreds of people cross the street each minute. Though there was a lot to take in throughout the entirety of the trip, Shibuya was particularly overwhelming; while waiting on the stoplight to turn red, I soaked up the unique Asian-metropolis atmosphere that I’d been so nostalgic for in...
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Life and its Visas
The first summer of college has almost rolled around, which means I’ve been in the US, no longer living the expat life, for nearly a year now. I flip through my passport for the first time in five months. It’s a strange feeling, not having to use it as much as I used to. I look at the visas. Sometimes, they’re layered; stamps in dark, vintage colors, printed densely about...
Anonymous asked: that last post...damn. i want the whole world to stop for a day and listen to what you have to say. you write like a god, and this is coming from a lit major. you're gonna go places.
Anonymous asked: Hey, im a long time reader of your blog and i have to say how funny and creative i think you are. Your writing is original and relatable, i honestly think you should pursue it. Reading your recent posts has made me pretty sad because you seem to be losing yourself at college instead of finding yourself. I know its odd because im a stranger, but i care about you and i really hope you start writing...
Recently, my friends and I have started a music blog called Musical Chairs over at WordPress. I’m the only one writing from Nashville, so think of me as kind of the music city insider. Or don’t. Your call. Anyway, here’s the link to my first article, on Josh Rouse’s newest work The Happiness Waltz. And then be sure to check out the rest of the blog!
As I run my fingers through where my hair used to be, along the bumps of my scalp and the scratchy patches I missed on the upstrokes, an involuntary rush of memories comes flooding. During this particularly snowy springtime, I recall a particularly snowy springtime of my own: ninth grade. Suddenly I see myself in an eighth-floor Hyatt room on the island of Guam, staring into the enormous bathroom...
I am but a sinner in the hands of an angry God, but blessed are you, black bean burrito; you’ve beaten me once again. Pray for me now and at the hour of my death, which I hope shall come soon. Amen
eyemissyew asked: eyy you funna put music to "crazy girl"? i'd love if you did :)
Conversations With My Roommate
Me: I tried that brushing my teeth in the shower thing
Rob: What'd you think?
Me: There was this awkward 'what now' moment
Rob: Yeah, I don't really get the hype behind it
My Brother Pierce
I have no idea who he’s talking about, but I do miss my brother. There are a lot of things I wish I would have/could have had time to do with him while I lived in Japan. I wish I’d have taken him out to ice cream. And to the big city. I wish I’d rented a karaoke booth with him, just the two of us. And we could have sung lots of Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. I should have taken...
High Speed Rail System
In a nutshell, public transit: Is used regularly in the rest of the industrialized world Is better for the environment Is better for the wallet Is patronized even by the higher classes in other nations Is continually shot down by Republicans (as if it were a liberal idea?!) Partisan politics is the obstacle standing in the way of being caught up with our European and Asian counterparts...
On the Phone With My Grandfather
Me: They locked up a CIA agent for speaking out against torture
Him: Yeah, they'll throw you in jail for saying homosexuality's a sin. They let all them murderers get off death row, but they kill thousands of babies everyday. Now you tell me: what's wrong with this picture?
Me: That's not even close to what I just said
May 13, 2012
We sat across the table from each other. We weren’t saying much. We didn’t have to say much. But mainly because there wasn’t much left to say. I held my coffee in my hands, folding my fingers around the cup, looking at the bitter drink inside. I didn’t drink it with two creams and a sugar anymore. I drank it black. I was 18. [[MORE]] ”It’s kind of weird,” I spoke up suddenly, “how I...
drenchedinechoes asked: Hey I'm Lake, Hipster so hip I hate hipstering. I play music the ladies drop panties for but im in it for the art not the tart. Pitchfork sucks ass but for some reason it's bookmarked twice on my laptop. Must be some glitch.
Truth vs. Comfort
Today, in a weekly philosophical discussion gathering, we more or less addressed the following question: “What is more important, that someone know the truth, even if it could potentially destroy their lifestyle, or that they continue in bliss, even if it means toiling in falsehood?” And, of course, the question was really prodding at ‘If you could definitively prove the...
Life as a Caterer
Did I just eat a whole pig worth of pork? Yes. Do I regret this decision? 少し.
I’ve unfollowed more than a couple of people tonight. I got to this point where I realized that, more than any other social networking medium, Tumblr should be a place where I can follow exclusively the people that I want to and not be forced to maintain this connection with people that I know just because I know them. So if I unfollowed you, don’t take it personally. I just...
Importance of Being Earnest, Act III
[Enter JACK followed by ALGERNON. They whistle some dreadful popular air from a British opera.]
GWENDOLEN: This dignified silence seems to produce an unpleasant effect.
CECILY: A most distasteful one.
GWENDOLEN: But we will not be the first to speak.
CECILY: Certainly not.
[[MORE]]You melted one too many times Into careless hands, Picked your cards up off the table Learned to never trust a man So you locked yourself up, And I came too late But maybe, I could have loved you If only I hadn’t taken the bait Where are you going With my heart in your hands? Ooh, where will you land? You crazy girl You used to tell so many stories About the West Coast You loved...
February 23, 2011
We stepped out of the black car into the night, him onto the curb from the right side and me into the fast-paced city traffic from the left. He waved his driver away and I joined him on the pavement. As we walked along the sidewalk, I looked up at all of the flashy buildings in astonishment. It was just like the pictures made it out to be. [[MORE]] ”The thing about Korea,”...
You used to tell stories About the West Coast, And how you dressed so nice But that was so long ago, And your eyes were so wide
April 12, 2009
We finally got home from church, but I was hungry and so was she so we ended up going to the store to buy some lunch. After that we thought we’d eat together too, so we went to the lounge area of my apartment building’s lobby and picked out a couch to sit around on. It was shaped like half a diamond, so I sat on one side of the corner and she sat on the other side and we just kind...
[[MORE]]My cup is filled and three drops spill on the way down Table is moist, the past is nearing again I look ahead, glazed over She stares back, half concerned, saying nothing As I melt into a puddle in my chair… I can smell the pink plastered paint, slung quickly on the walls Runyon Road is never far away when your mom’s always drunk Sleeping, sleeping, hunched and hung over Dinner’s...
January 7, 2010
I couldn’t look directly at her. I just watched her with my peripheral vision. You could tell she was waiting for me to say something, I just didn’t know what. Really I wanted to just push her away, but I don’t guess she was picking up on it. I decided I’d be second to speak. I don’t know, I guess I just thought it would be better if I made her work for it. Or...
August 21, 2008
All us new kids were walking together just trying to keep up with the tour guides. They were only a year older. The principal thought it’d be a good idea to let 10th graders lead the new freshmen on a tour through the school. I don’t know, I guess I would have picked freshmen, but that’s probably why it was their school and not mine. [[MORE]] I looked around the...
Christian school, with all your paintings on the wall The campus, lavishly beautified, carefully manicured Your decor that embellishes your point of view The aromas that float so gracefully through the halls Those same aromas so carefully slaved over in a white laboratory With reporters, photographers, and journalists writing stories, Publishing periodicals, and witnessing to all Cause Christian...
Anonymous asked: Kinda off topic, but how did you get to write so well? Your prose is so smart dude
February 25, 2011
I sat behind the piano, playing a few notes with my right hand, and leaning my thoughts on my left elbow. Most of us were sitting around, not really knowing what to do, while the workshop went on for the unlucky few. We were in Korea for a few days as part of an international theatre festival, and there were lots of things to do, lots of people to meet, and lots of food laying around. It was...
This was not a good day for our hero.
March 30, 2012
Getting through security at the Cebu airport had been easy enough—the Filippino agent stopped searching when he found thirty cents on me and pocketed the change for himself. But getting from point A to point B was what was proving to be the hardest. Where the airport’s pathway winded along from building to building, we were guided by signs clumsily hung up all over the place....
Not Thrilled with Nashville
[[MORE]] After having read the recent New York Times article about Nashville’s up-and-coming nature, I decided to try the city out again. I always convince myself that it really is a cool city—that the last time I went into town, everything was just closed. I think to myself, Maybe if I go today, explore more places, and go into the stores, I’ll be satisfied. Unfortunately,...
Anonymous asked: Wish I had the opportunity to grow up somewhere like Japan too. Really like your posts on living in Japan, brah. What you said about wanting that girl and wanting to talk to her and stuff kinda spoke to me. The question is: Did You Get The Girl? I, never.