This morning, I pulled the Eight of Wands.
Eight: Mastery. Correspondence with Strength (the eighth card of the Major Arcana). Wands: Creativity. Energy.
As good of vibes as one could hope for when sitting down to write.
Read MoreI run, and I think about being murdered.
Read MoreThere are three types of people right now:
White supremacist insurrectionists trying to violently disrupt our democratic process.
People who are horrified by the white supremacist insurrectionists trying to violently disrupt our democratic process.
People who are upset about the “toxic nature of politics” and "the “end of civility.”
That third group of people is entirely complicit in the rise of fascism in the United States.
Read MoreI can be pretty embarrassing. I have a sense of humor that has been described as “bizarre and borderline off-putting” and I love wearing socks and ‘Stocks.
Read MoreThe volume of traffic in Hanoi can't compete with New York or San Francisco, but what it lacks in numbers it makes up for in terrifying driving. Humid and sticky, I cling to Krista for dear life. I can barely drive myself around Lincoln, Nebraska without causing a wreck, so her ability to maneuver the rented motor scooter in the haphazard flow of foreign traffic amazes me. I'm half certain that this is how we die, but in less than 20 (heart-pounding, life-affirming) minutes, we've arrived.
Read MoreWhen I was in college and told inquiring Actual Adults™ that I was majoring in journalism and philosophy, the response, without fail, was, "Oh." A pause. Then: "What are you planning on doing with that?" I always suspected the first, less appropriate question that came to mind was something like, "So how much pot DO you smoke?" (Answer: Less than you might have expectd, but still more than my mom would want to believe.
Read MoreShe was standing in line at the local coffeeshop when the thought struck. She was one in a line of about four people spending their lunch hour waiting with varying degrees of patience for the baristas to make their drinks. The wait, she thought, is how you knew it wasn’t a Starbucks. That and the laminated, handwritten notices around the counter. There's no signage that's actually handwritten at Starbucks, only signage that's meant to look like it.
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