Why Startups Are More Than Balance Ball Chairs and Quinoa Chips

Why Startups Are More Than Balance Ball Chairs and Quinoa Chips

You can't predict a summer from one interview, but do take note of the brightly contrasting walls, morally superior snack food stands and casual earth-tone t-shirt demeanors-- all of which suggest a haven for the contemporary beatnik.

I've done the white torture cubicle. Solitary confinement is your most damaging conspiracy theory stopping by at 4pm. It's accidentally drinking a dairy-heavy coffee from last week because you've left a chain of half-finished mugs where no one can see them. Everywhere. Because you are fundamentally alone.

How Quitting Coffee Almost Made Me a Follower of Jesus

How Quitting Coffee Almost Made Me a Follower of Jesus

In early 2018, I began fleeing from unemployment’s indented couch after deciding I absolutely had to have a “change of scenery” and some intimate therapeutic contact with those who knew my misfortunes best, so I would set my Maps navigation for a destination that was, for example, two and a half hours away, and would, for example, show up at my cousins apartment in the middle of an agricultural town in Connecticut with no luggage, having left home with such urgency that I didn’t give even a toothbrush a thought, only to sit down on her unfamiliarly- textured sofa and start watching, I don’t know, maybe Friends, and realize, with a desperate urgency, that nowhere in the world was away from myself, and the only choice I had was to drive home, cry, rinse, and repeat.

Love, Loss, and Laura Jean

Love, Loss, and Laura Jean

The crowd is perfumed with marijuana. Puffs of smoke pass through each stage light, revealing coat-pocket contents that crept past bag check and onto the ground floor. As a drum solo begins, Laura Jean stands with her arms extended in elation. She is in her forties, wearing loose corduroy jeans, a well-worn tie-dye, and a carry-on bag from an infomercial geared towards practical mothers.

“See the guitarist on the left?” she screams at me, competing with an eruption of snare and bass. The guitarist is shaggy, tattooed, and wildly talented.  “I hooked up with him a few concerts back.” She chuckles at her daughter’s dumbfounded expression. “Julie brought weed brownies. You want one?”

Fiction Feature: Finding God

Fiction Feature: Finding God

Josie wondered about adults. In their possession were items of great value-- Cheerios and warm white juice to name a few. But how did they attain such wonders as these? And how did they grow so tremendously? Josie recalled a woman who occasionally fussed about the kitchen, running items on the tops of things and making noises without opening her mouth. She was wider than mother and father standing side by side, or laying horizontally and moving jaggedly around. How did this woman achieve so much space? Was it something in the warm white juice?

Some Thoughts on Literature's "Structure of Feeling"

Some Thoughts on Literature's "Structure of Feeling"

It is hard to determine whether societal influence or biological inclination more heavily influences a man who refuses to make love to his sister. But when social norms are broken (that are a bit less consequential than incest) and opposition festers as a product of fear, the desire for social change seems to hop off of the top of Maslov’s hierarchy and situate itself beside the need food and water. This is what drives an individual to create a new reality within an existing one. This is the fuel of the Civil Rights Movement, Occupy Wall Street, D$#% out for Harambe and many other movements…  but before racism and classism and all other “isms” were introduced in Webster’s, the activists had only a “structure of feeling” to work with.

Fiction Feature: Coffee Spoons

Fiction Feature: Coffee Spoons

Dominic pulled out his guitar and played the melody of “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues.” He thought about aging and about advancements in personalized medicine. More and more patients were getting their genomes sequenced. Two women had requested precautionary Mastectomies this month! What was he supposed to say? There was no literature for this. Where was Williams and Keats and Chekov when kind Mr. Schüler was convinced his prostate had been whispering what his genome sequence has been morse-coding all along?

How I Escaped the Paralysis of Life's Ambiguity and Scored My First Online Gig

How I Escaped the Paralysis of Life's Ambiguity and Scored My First Online Gig

A great many Microsoft Word templates started out with the infamous Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, a filler text that Google translates to Lorem ipsum carrots. Unsatisfied by this vegetable, I did some digging and found that “lorem” is a piece of dolorem, the word for pain or suffering.

In the photograph above, I am suffering as I wonder why the NY Times never published my response to “Is Sushi ‘Healthy’? What About Granola? Where Americans and Nutritionists Disagree.” I am thinking: Oh drat, oh drat, Jean-Paul Satre was right when he said, “Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.”

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