When my mother and I visited Amache at the end of June 2016, I didn't expect to learn anything I didn't already know--not from the meager National Park Service signage, attempting to tell a 'niche' ethnic history most people wouldn't know from Adam (Japanese Americans included).
It's rolling country, in case you didn't know. The flat is further west. Up by Atchison, up where Lewis and Clark came through, Kansas is glacial hills. South to El Dorado, it's hilly, too--tallgrass, hills, and bison (less impressive now, having recently come face to face with more than a few on Catalina Island). 1. … Continue reading 5 Things You Can Do in Kansas
The day my mother and I were to leave on what would be, for me, a month-long sojourn across the country, my uncle died. Or maybe the night before; there's some confusion about that. We were ripping across timezones and cellular data packets were getting lost to the void, so it's hard to know for … Continue reading Aloha, Missouri
I wrote a review of a new book out from Jellyfish Highway Press: The Farmacist, by Ashley Farmer. Jellyfish Highway Press, November 2015. 80 pages. Ashley Farmer’s The Farmacist suggests by its title an affiliation with digital contagion—perhaps as an offering, a written prescription for our complicated diagnosis. Yet there is nothing prescriptive about its approach. Rather … Continue reading Review: The Farmacist, Ashley Farmer
They're stepping off the curb, near the city courthouse. "72 hours from now we'll be half an hour from getting married," she says. He says, "Holy shiza!" and she laughs. -- She's eighteen, just out of high school. She's taking a gap year, to work. She says she doesn't have any real callings or talents. … Continue reading Strange Tales from the Midwestern Front: What You’re Missing If You’re Not Forced to Take the Bus in a Mid-Sized City in Michigan
I'd read a review that found the film disturbingly existential, even nihilistic, because--according to the reviewer--the film told its viewers that the happiness of childhood would eventually fade away and in adulthood we were all destined to be sad. If you've seen the film, you'll know that this is a complete misreading. Its message isn't that we're all destined to be sad and increasingly so as we become adults--it's that it's okay to be sad; you shouldn't have to (and indeed, shouldn't, period) banish sadness; sadness is a part of the human condition and it is the part of you that can ask for help when you need it. To be sad is to welcome the idea that life holds troubles, and to open oneself to assistance from those around you. The film is a destigmatization of sadness, not a harrowing picture that that's all we're destined for as we age, or that it is something to be championed at all times.
The Pullman airport is six miles from the city of Moscow, Idaho, and it takes me just under two hours to walk it. A taxicab running trips between the airport and town passes me five times, back and forth, and I use the time between our encounters to gauge how far from town I must … Continue reading Why I Walked to Moscow, Idaho & Why it has Nothing to Do with My Carbon Footprint
ALL MY PUNY SORROWS by Miriam Toews is delightfully written, skillfully characterized, and it will hug and hold you tight. And then it will rip your heart out. But eventually you'll laugh about that together, too.
i want a goat, i tell her. pygmy or nubian? the cheese-making kind, i tell her. & their eyes are so cute. i say, my friend has a goat who will only deign to eat grass if you rip it out for her and let her eat it out of your hand. my mother takes … Continue reading conversation with my mother 3/7/2015
Morning from Cali! — Paul Walker (@RealPaulWalker) January 28, 2013 I miss Paul Walker. When he wasn't filming, or on press tours for Fast, he would post the most adorable, endearing Tweets--the kind of adorability that comes from having, at best, only a tenuous understanding of the medium. You could always tell when it was … Continue reading Mourning from Cali