Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Tonight was the book launch. The book was not my own, but my name is there, neatly typed, on pages 85 through 89. And my words are there too, written over a year ago, submitted, but really only to meet the requirements of an assignment for my fourth-year magazine writing instructor.

I think they're important words. They're the kind of words that might have made it all easier. They're the words I would give to my teenage self.

But who am I to try and sum up my entire high school experience in 1,500 words or less? Who am I to sandwich every major relationship of my formative years between semi-colons? Who I am to subject their secrets, my memories and my words to a third-party editing process?

Tonight, it became clear: I might be the kind of person who wants to hide behind their words.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Tristan-isms #1

"Man, I hate trying to pick up chicks. It's just like applying for jobs."

-Tristan, my unemployed roommate

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


First Wedding of the Season.

First Haircut in 15 Months.

Sunday, June 07, 2009