In music, as in everything, the disappearing moment of experience is the firmest reality.” —Benjamin Boretz I. I found my record player on a spring afternoon, the day after my apartment was burglarized. The night before,I had come home to… Continue Reading
After reading Luke’s retelling of the story of Actæon, I sought another, more ancient source than Bullfinch: the Metamorphoses of Ovid. Even Ovid draws attention to the ambiguity that surrounds this episode, as if it is a tabloid-reported story discussed… Continue Reading
Listening to music I love with someone who doesn’t is a painful experience. It often ends with me turning off the music, sheepishly apologizing for sounds that only the day before inspired raptures of emotion, babblings
I woke up the other morning with a girl’s face clouding my vision. Thoughts of her saturated my first waking moments. With every bite of cereal, her presence made itself known to my still hazy consciousness. She is
Teach for America gets criticized sometimes for its inability to create “true” teachers. Its critics claim that TFA churns out graduates interested solely in adorning their experience with a small helping of “reality” before heading to the “real world” of… Continue Reading
There’s a photograph of me sitting in the middle of a field, squinting up at the open sky, an expression of patient interest on my face. I’m about 3 years old. When I look at that photograph now, I like… Continue Reading