The past, present, and future versions of myself have always had a rocky relationship. They’re constantly at odds with each other, arguing about what I should have been doing before, what I’m doing right now, and what I should do later. It’s really hard to get along with me. But as I go through college, … Continue reading The ghost of nighttime past
A few weeks ago, I had a dream that the world was ending, and when you looked out the window, the air was saturated with fog so thick that all you could see was gray. So I yanked the curtains closed and spent my day (presumably my last) in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes. … Continue reading Fog, Pancakes, and The End of the World
The last place I expected to be hit on was a poster session. I mean, it’s a conference where people bring three-foot long glossy posters and explain their research to passerby. Which was exactly what I was doing: giving elevator pitches to all that dared make eye contact with me. It was a Thursday afternoon, … Continue reading Waffleboi
For anyone who’s wanted the world to themselves I think everyone should get to have an afternoon where everyone else vanishes and they have the world to themselves. Because right now, I’m craving an October afternoon where the campus is dead silent, and purple-grey clouds break for haloed sunlight and outline the trees’ bare branches, … Continue reading Little City Steeped in Silence
While the state of California may literally be on fire, the rest of our nation is too, at least figuratively. The Muslim Ban was ruled constitutional, immigrant children still haven’t been reunited with their parents, central American women seeking asylum from the brutal forces of gang violence and rape are no longer welcome here, and, … Continue reading On Patriotism and Making Things go Boom
You are a lobster in a pot full of cool tap water. The question is: Is the water still cold? Because you’re still the lobster. And you’re still in that cookware, we know this much is true. But has anyone ignited the gas below? Has the flame started licking the bottom of the pot? I … Continue reading I’m a lobster and so are you
I’m writing this blog post at my internship. I’m probably not supposed to, but I’ve decided to take a lunch break and write anyways, because the more time there is in between posts, the more anxiety I have. Also, I’m bored and there’s really no work for me to do. But I signed a contract … Continue reading A day in the life of an abandoned ping-pong ball
One day at recess when I was in the third grade, a girl named Sydney materialized in front of me, yelled, “Think fast!” and promptly launched a soccer ball at my face and succeeded in hitting all of it. My equally unpopular friend Andy as my witness, this happened. Coincidentally, I have been hit dead … Continue reading Why I’m afraid of the gym: A string of horror stories
As I was getting ready for bed today, I glanced at my laptop. It was sitting on top of my comforter, resting against my pillows, looking lightweight and unassuming. Innocent, even. Shiny from my cleaning binge yesterday when I scrubbed all of its corners and keys and crevices with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. … Continue reading We’re all gonna write tomorrow
I have to adult for two whole months this summer: I’ve (sort of unwittingly) acquired a full-time internship. I’m really excited; it means I get to perform undergraduate research concerning the social aspects of schizophrenia-spectrum disorders (a mouthful, I know). I’m also taking a (boring) online class, and working on a separate project for the … Continue reading Minimalism of the Mind
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