Over spring break, I read a short book by Fritz Pappenheim called The Alienation of Modern Man.
Language is fascinating. The way words can seem to shimmer and bounce off one another and form a smile in the reader’s mind, is truly awesome.
It’s interesting when you look at a family.
Human beings are funny. When things unfold a certain way, there’s a programmatic response we all seem to have that most of the time cannot be overridden.
Most people regard art history as a discipline to be a somewhat fatuous or impractical way to spend one’s educational capital.
For the tennis world, the Australian Open serves as a renaissance every year of tennis world fame.
There’s a lot of buzz in social media culture about long night rides, their power, the joy they apparently bring men and women alike, but the consensus on forums like Snapchat is on a bit of a superficial level. Superficial, meaning that it just says “Long Night Rides,” with the heart-eyed smiley or praise-the-lord pair […]
The beauty of doing things alone may seem a misty and distant proposition. Why do you spend time alone when the company of others can be so enriching? Here’s why.
The lilt of life through the lens of a college student is something of an optimistic whirlwind, a tilt-a-whirl minus (or plus) the projectile upchuck.
“Obamacare” is a loaded term in the minds of many Americans. Politicians sling it around as if it is some dispensable abstraction that can be done away with: a faulty, arms-length phenomena that really never had an impact and that was self-destructive from its very beginning.
Books still matter. But the problem is that our attention spans are becoming blunt tools that can only crudely bang on information instead of handling it with a craftsman’s dexterity.