This week, I know that I missed a bunch of the things I looked at and read. Habits take time to build, and I’m not going to elt a week of shoddy recording stop me. I know that at the end of the year, I’ll be glad that I did this. January 8 Tour a… Continue reading Just Taking In Some Things #2
Just Taking In Some Things #1
When I made the goal to maintain some sort of media journal, I had no idea that it would be as challenging as it has been this first week! I’m sure that I didn’t get everything here. For example, I know that I didn’t record the podcasts that I consume this week. Anywho, here’s to… Continue reading Just Taking In Some Things #1
Cabinet Cream Pie: Rex Tillerson
I have a weak spot for a Texas accent. And in the midst of a controversial presidency, I feel like I shouldn’t admit that I like to listen to Secretary of State Rex Tillerson speak because of the way that Texas sound drips from his tongue. Hmmm….this is taking a tone that is probably a […]
Cabinet Cream Pies
Over the last year, I have been thinking a bit more about the different functions of the federal government. As cabinet appointments were being made last year, I realized that I didn’t know much about what the different cabinet-level officials areas of responsibility. I vaguely remember learning about them in a civics course in high […]
2018 Goals: A Look Backward and a Look Forward
Over the last several days, I have been thinking about goals. I didn’t set birthday goals this year because they were starting to feel almost arbitrary, like I was setting the goals out of habit. However, it is absolutely true for me that if I write something down that I am much more likely to… Continue reading 2018 Goals: A Look Backward and a Look Forward
In an open letter to the man with a gray beard and a cap likely places to disguise his baldness.
“Why do I overhear you talking about taking the ACT? Wait, did I just hear you say PSAT?!?”
In an open letter to the stranger who joked about buying me a roofie colada,
“So about jokes that imply rape…not my favorite.”
In an open letter to the woman who clipped me on the way into the movie,
“I’m not surprised that you’re going to see A Bad Moms Christmas. Not surprised at all.”
In an open letter to the woman eating a naked banana in two-inch chunks as she waited for her coffee,
“I could not look away. I am ashamed of this fact.”
In an open letter to man two out of three who stared directly into my crotch as I ran my Sunday errands,
“Isn’t Sunday the day of rest?”