“Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.” Sigmund Freud, Civilization and its Discontents 96 hours. 96 hours was all it took for my top trending FB news story to go from Rob Kardashian being fat again to this. From my friends' sharing brunch pics … Continue reading Incivility and its Discontents
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I’m not PC, You’re Just an Asshole
Get woke, bitches
Optical Confusion
Spherical tomb. I wait, as color waves transfer into grayscale. Cobblestone womb. I am safe. The cellar beckons me with its wide open planks. Lower, lower, lower, the air gets heavier as I get lighter. Sun spots turn to shifting retinas, my optics becoming unreliable guides into the catacomb. Circles, hollow, no. Readjust. The glisten redirects … Continue reading Optical Confusion
Day Tripper
I wrote out the lyrics to Across the Universe on a napkin while my mom grounded me for drawing pictures of mushrooms on my school binders when I was 16 . By then I'd already claimed John Lennon as my God and Abbey Road as my bible. At 17, Dad taught me how to roll a proper joint, although by … Continue reading Day Tripper
The Uncultured American
[featured on http://www.nyunews.com/2016/02/11/02-11-abroad-uncultured/] Arriving in a new country is nothing short of overwhelming — something you learn when you take the wrong bus to a seedy area of town and realize that nobody speaks English. I woke up after spending my first night in Buenos Aires with over 15 mosquito bites on my body — while … Continue reading The Uncultured American
Our Generation’s Greatest Hurdle
There isn't much we don't have access to--We, as in, millennials, or anyone equipped with the skills to use a computer and the internet. If I want to donate to a village in Tanzania, I can type it into my search engine and send my usual 10$ contribution across the world, the barriers of time and … Continue reading Our Generation’s Greatest Hurdle
Nameless
11th and Broadway is home to a nameless homeless man I have come to recognize on my daily walk to work. He is 50 something, has incredible sparkling light blue eyes, and sits with his head down, knowing any chance of eye-contact or empathy is unlikely. Nameless doesn't beg for money, he doesn't come up to … Continue reading Nameless
Lessons Learned Through Stained Fingertips
*NYU Gallatin Scholarship Essay 2013 (Scholarship Received) In the midst of a playdate, when the thought of gooey dripping paint staining my fingertips lured me into the amateur freedom of tie-dying, I naturally found myself asking my friend’s mom for “crveno”. She starred at me with wide eyes, with the bemused look of a person … Continue reading Lessons Learned Through Stained Fingertips
Millennials and the Changing State of the Music Industry
Is our generation really destroying the music industry? An article I posted a few months back What are your thoughts?