We are the road warriors of higher education; apostles sent out into the world to spread the good word about academic programs and extracurricular clubs, organizations, and athletics. We change lives and futures with our words. If you go to a Hampton Inn, a Starbucks, a Panera Bread, you’ll be sure to find some of us. We stay places that offer us points—we travel with those that...
Breakfast in Atlanta, then off to Memphis.
People might tell you that water isn’t wet, but they would be wrong. ...
I did everything for these people except give up the drawers.
“Hey, what’s up Big Daddy?” I hear as I open my eyes to the blinding light of the Gardener Student Center hallway. This particular hallway had my favorite napping couch. I wondered how long I had been out this time. “That doesn’t look very comfortable,” Gershe said, referring to my Eastpack book bag/sometimes pillow. I had become so thoroughly a creature of...
I sat at the bar after work and ordered the second of my customary two beers. Although I loved the club, I was still an outsider looking in, so I started hanging around in the front bar after the show and observing, slowly drinking my Bud Lights. The club was a culture all of its own. It was a different kind of place. It is one of the few places in the world that you were free to be yourself...
I am under no obligation to accept the world as it is presented to me; In fact I don’t. I’m not ok with it. It’s a set up, it’s rigged, it’s bullshit. I don’t have to care about the things that society says I must care about. I don’t have to believe the things that society would like me to believe. Every organized religion, every governing body, every...
Baby can you dig your man?– Steven King, The Stand
“Live life with passion” is what Christine would say. “Life is fabulous; live and love passionately.” I always liked the sound of that. Passion. It’s a great word, a loaded word, and to it everyone around would say “yes, yes, a passionate life,” and agree totally without caution. I do think, upon reflection, that a disclaimer should have been made. ...
There is something to be said for acting in a socially conventional way; you don’t have to deal with so much bullshit. I mean, my God, if I said half of the things that occur to me or acted, even mildly, in the way that comes natural, I’d be escorted out of the building on most days. So I get it. But who could act right every day, you know? Who would want to?
Under the Bridge 2
The girls were still in their server uniforms: tuxedo shirts, black bow ties, Kristi had black knee high shorts, Jenn’s were a bit shorter. Tim went up first to show us how it was done. Kristi was next. In the darkness under the bridge all I really saw was her white tuxedo shirt and her white 50’s style socks magically climbing to the catwalk, seemingly on their own. Then Jenn...
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.– Jack Kerouac (The Dharma Bums)
Under the Bridge
“There’s a catwalk,” Tim explained, “hanging underneath the bridge that goes across the whole damn thing. You can walk it all of the way to the other side.” “Is it safe?” I questioned. Hell no, but we do it all the time. It’s not that dangerous, really. I mean you have to climb up to it and everything, but once you’re on the catwalk, then...