There’s this scene that I’m sure you’ve seen from the very beginning of Aaron Sorkin’s The Newsroom where Jeff Daniels’ character, a moderate news anchor, reluctantly expresses the reasons as to why America is no longer the greatest country in the world (if it ever actually was), despite what we might believe. He lists off the reasons: we’re 7th in literacy, 27th in math, 22nd in science—so on and so forth. It’s a sobering, if not entirely surprising, declaration that we’re often too afraid to admit. We do a lot of things incorrectly—we have a lot wrong with us. (more…)
We’re less than a work week away from a brand new president. The old one is out, the new one is in and the country we’ve come to know could change.
I haven’t exactly hidden the fact that I’m not a fan of Donald Trump, but I also haven’t made much of an effort to express that opinion either. When the election was settled, I purposefully refrained from sharing my…MANY thoughts on here largely because I was nearly tapped out from all of the back and forth I was having with people on FaceBook. There’s little more that could be considered exhausting than arguing with someone on social media, but some people thrive in that sort of environment so hey—you need to stop. (more…)
One of the things I look forward to most during the last few weeks of the year are the end of year lists, the “best of”s and “my favorite” this and that thing–as you may be able to tell from my posts here recently; what can I say? I like lists. (more…)
About once a winter we get a decent amount of winter weather—and by decent I mean an inch, half an inch, a quarter of an inch, a dusting, sometimes snow, but often times, ice. Just ice. Straight liquid precipitation turned frozen reaper of power lines and tree limbs. Usually that winter weather comes in early to mid February, but every once in a while, we get it earlier: mid to late December or early January; that is what’s happening.
This weekend we are set to get hit by Winter Storm Helena, a storm that has blanketed and will continue to blanket various parts of the nation in winter, but will more than likely drop on us little more than a baby powder dusting.
It’s something though!
We aren’t ones to receive winter weather in the south. And when we do, we shut down out of just pure excitement: our stores, our schools, our businesses, our minds and rational thought processes—and what’s left behind, though barely iced over, looks more akin to a fun-wrought, nuclear winter wasteland than I imagine a city with 10 times the snow.
It’s a sight to behold, that’s for sure. Time will tell though how this weekend will turn out. Will the south endure? Or will I fail to live to see my 25th birthday, lost beneath a layer of snow, half an inch thick? We’ll see.
When I began 2016, I made a list of resolutions for the year and at the beginning of that list, I painted a picture. In the word picture I painted I made note to the fact that age 23 (2015) had been tough for me to be proud of. Nothing horrible had occurred but I didn’t feel pride at what I had accomplished. I was more or less in the same place I’d started and, in my mind, had failed in a number of the pursuits I’d undertaken–career-wise, creatively, etc. and what have you. And though I was being hard on myself, though I wasn’t being entirely fair, I felt like 2016 was an opportunity for me to make some constructive changes, ones that would set me to grow up, get married, and take steps into my adult life. I did a decent job at the modest goals I set and I imagine that this year I’ll do even better.
2017, as my mother-in-law likes to say, “is going to bust wide open”–and I’m inclined to believe her. (more…)