Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later

September 11th was about three weeks into my first year of college. I was 18 years old, living on my own for the first time with strangers in an un-airconditioned, 6 story brick oven of fellow underclass students on the southern campus of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I had a newContinue reading “Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later”

On Writer’s Block, OR Being a solider in the army against the apocalypse

I write every day. I keep a journal which is part “day in the life” and part “holy shit, I was inadvertently really clever back there I should write more about that.” Writing that has not been just a re-cap of my daily life has been a total struggle for the last month and aContinue reading “On Writer’s Block, OR Being a solider in the army against the apocalypse”

On Middle Age, Intentional Parenting and Media Criticism

Recently, I have reached the point in my life where I am past the age of experts, which is to say that I am actually in the cohort of “real” adults who are driving the status quo and the locus of common sense that everyone else is relying upon to construct their reality. What thisContinue reading “On Middle Age, Intentional Parenting and Media Criticism”