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The Mover’s Dilemma
No matter how much you move, you still take yourself with you. – Elizabeth Stirling Over the past three days I have been doing everyone’s least favorite pastime: moving. Boxing up junk you know you don’t need; lugging said boxes that may or may not cause everlasting back injuries; and then reopening those boxes and wondering why you decided to move in the first place. However, like everything in life, there’s a large amount of...
Bored? Not Anymore
When you pay attention to boredom it gets unbelievably interesting. – Jon Kabat-Zinn Recently, I’ve noticed a trend among the younger generation: fewer and fewer people have hobbies. But when you consider the time we live in, it makes sense. With Netflix, Facebook, the whole dang Internet at your fingertips, why would anyone growing up today want to collect stamps? Hobbies resulted from not having anything to do, but with the whole...
Birthday Psychology
There are two great days in a person’s life – the day we are born and the day we discover why. — William Barclay As you may know, today is internationally hailed as one of the most important days of the year: National Star Wars Day (i.e., because the date, May 4th, can be turned into a pun on the classic Star Wars phrase: “May the force/fourth be with you”). However, a lesser known fact is that today is also my...
A Brief Respite
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. — Anonymous Well, only now, sitting in the airport, did I realize I failed to note in last week’s post that I’ll be taking a break from the blog this Wednesday and the next. Through good fortune (and my father’s wallet), I am currently on my way to Europe for about a week. There, I’ll see the sights, eat the food, meet the people, and do other nondescript touristing...
Hello Again, Homesickness
Home is where one starts from. — T.S. Eliot It sure was nice to be home. The hearty meals. The head scratches. The general lack of any and all responsibility as I played video games till 2am. But now I’m back in Columbus. In the snow. And moody. Really, though, I’m just homesick. The notion of homesickness goes as far back as Homer’s Odyssey where some of the sailors were forced to stop singing their country’s song because it...