Ketchup

On Friday night, Riley and I ate ketchup.

That Green Day Song, Part One

This time of year, this overwhelmingly bittersweet period, is unlike any other. The middle of May is busy; the calendar is filled to the brim with parties, awards ceremonies, and spontaneous Frisbee games. Skin starts to tan, muscles regrow and the beauty of a late-evening walk is at its peak. The school year is winding down. Over the next few days final goodbyes will be said. Celebration will be overshadowed by sadness; every good morning means just a little bit more as the number of mornings remaining dwindles. These are the final days. These are the glory days.

On Pride and Humility

 

I have a lot of problems with the English language. But if I had the power to change just one thing, I’d create another word for ‘pride’.

Yes, I’ve heard of a thesaurus—in fact, I even use a thesaurus, big college kid that I am. But we don’t use a lot of the synonyms. We overly rely on the word ‘pride’ itself, and it’s messing with one of the most powerful of human experiences.

STAR WARS: The First Time

The “firsts” of childhood are among the most memorable of life’s moments. Even if it’s not the most significant event, a person will remember his first day of school, the first time he rode a bike, or the first time he hit the tee ball coach in the gonads. Fond memories, those are.

In that spirit, I want to tell you all about the first time I watched Star Wars:

The Happiness Trio: Puppies, Koalas and Star Wars

Today the UMBC community was treated to one of the best ideas the Student Events Board has ever had: a Puppy Party.