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So let’s go to the punk rock show. The line by MxPx (who, within the last 2 years I found out were a Christian band), really summed up my youth. I was a pimple-faced, awkward, suburban wannabe punk rocker. My friends and I weren’t really into sports, I had tried and didn’t like drama club.… Read more: We Ain’t Got No Place to Go…

The above has become part of our family motto. The whole thing? Go Fast. Do Crime. Get Hurt. Do Crime, and Go Fast, Get Hurt, were both two things I said on different occasions to my wife. The “Do Crime?” we were planting seeds for food plants in an abandoned field as a condemned school.… Read more: Go Fast, Get Hurt

Have you ever felt nostalgic for a moment that didn’t happen? Or picture something in your head that you wished was a real memory, and not your imagination? I’m listening to “All Hail West Texas” today, by the Mountain Goats, and the song “Jenny” has me feeling nostalgic for a moment that I never experienced.… Read more: We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn’t have his eyes on

Lately, I’ve been thinking about starting my own business. I like the idea of working for myself, and lately the idea of a carwash has been popping into my head, and with that, my nostalgia for an era that I caught the tail end of: House Quarters. These were the often, red-painted quarters you’d occasionally… Read more: I poked in all my quarters, Looking for the perfect swan song to walk out on

I’ve been doing a bit of reading the last few days, about stoicism, Thoreau, C.S. Lewis, and J.R.R. Tolkien. A lot of the essay’s focus on stoicism, of course, as well as the notion of the “hedonistic treadmill,” and the concept of travel. I think about the concept of traveling a lot. It seems to… Read more: We are plain, quiet folk and have no use for adventures.