I’m in a basement in London at six, then eight, in the morning. An ex-rocker couple is attached at the leash to a Great Dane with a spiked collar. They’re not happy to see so many kids in their house; kids with a firm grip...
Editor's note: This is part of the Daily Collegian's St. Patrick's Day special issue.
In citing why I don’t like U2, I am not going to take a cheap shot at Bono and say that he does not know how to count (“one, two, three...
When I search for something on Google, the yielded results have less to do with what’s got the most hits and more with what I would personally find relevant. For example, if I type “pizza” into Google, I get “Pizza House of Amherst” within the first five automated su...
In 2002, I took a plane to Amsterdam. This was my first time consciously going through customs. When we came back through John F. Kennedy International Airport, I was asked a series of questions; where did you stay? Who were you traveling with? What was the pur...
I was in the Deep South when I heard a parable that changed my life. It was told by a woman who worked with high school students painting houses for people that were threatened with the prospect of losing their homes by insurance...
I have one rule in my car: the radio must be tuned to Hot 93.7.
Connecticut’s No. 1 station for hip-hop and R&B is by definition my guilty pleasure. The pleasure stems from my unabashed overconsumption of highly accessible...
“’Doesn’t it give you a crisis of faith?” The question is aimed at Kevin Higgs, pastor of the Church of the Reconciler in Birmingham, Alabama. Our Alternative Spring Break group, consisting of 20 students, files in around...
An entire aisle in CVS is dedicated to color-coded pads and tampons. Adorned with pleasant words and phrases such as “pearl” and “carefree,” they are green, yellow and purple. Each box competes for my attention. Expensive...
Every time I send a message into cyberspace, part of my soul dies a little.
About a month ago, I posted this on Facebook, to which a friend responded, “Stamps and envelopes just aren’t that expensive.”
I wrote three...
At 4:00 a.m. I get on a Megabus parked outside of a mall in Hadley. A traveling carnival is folded up like 20 silver bullet trailers taking a nap. Inside, I rest my head on a greased glass window that rattles evenly with the stalling...
