Minneapolis. Dinkytown. Espresso Royale Cafe.
On the road–finally.
Starting to think all people are just manifestations of various archetypes; I swear I’ve met this one at least twice, and a couple first-time repeaters just walked by.
Meetings with old friends are as familiar and ephemeral as recurring dreams.
Am I as tough as I think I am? What’s […]

Strange is the nostalgia I feel tonight. I’ve just arrived at the apartment after hours on the highway and crammed in public transportation.
The air is wet. I don’t hear any sirens, any inebriated yelling, any car horns; the city is resting tonight, but resting like a coiled spring. It feels just like it did four […]

I’m a chameleon. I’ll charm your parents, then make a quip about listless baby-boomers. I hate cops, but serve them lunch with a smile on my face. I engage people with third-wave feminist theory, then stay silent when folks cat-call. I slip easily into a hip-hop dialect, and drop it when I’m in someone’s office. […]

The double-edged sword of overthinking is my favorite weapon. It lets me cut through the illusions with which society attacks while carving chunks of contentment from my life. The past few days have been fraught with existential turbulence. Social theory, emotions, and identity are all stirring in the brain cauldron, and I think the dish […]

You’ve probably encountered this blog, Stuff White People Like. Its posts describe stuff white people like. And it turns out, white people like Stuff White People Like.
The blog is well-written, and its posts are actually relatively amusing. But a discerning reader can’t help but come to the conclusion that the author isn’t actually talking about […]