Hello World

Ah geez, how the heck am I supposed to introduce myself here? What am I supposed to say? I like long walks on the beach? I like my coffee black? My ongoing existential crisis is slowly crushing me into a paste? Who knows? For all my writing prose and poetry, fiction and nonfiction, perhaps the …

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Researching the Researcher: Remembering that Academics are People Too
A Personal Journey While Profiling Dr. Catherine Sheldrick Ross

I know, I know. It’s been a LONG while since I last published anything here. I could blame it on grad school, but I stopped adding things to this blog before I dove deep into research, essays, and WAY too much coffee. I could make excuses, but in the end, it comes down to too …

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A Personal Journey While Profiling Dr. Catherine Sheldrick Ross
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Foodlogue from a Foodie In-Training: Bison Playing the Fiddle

May 17th, 2021 I tried bison for the first time today. It was “sous vide bison with black morel crust, fiddleheads, asparagus, fennel, radish, anise, jus, and sage oil” according to the chef. Duck fat was also involved somehow? He says it makes it better? I don’t friggin’ know guys, until I met this chef …

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Memoir: Chris Hadfield’s An Astronaut’s Guide to Life on Earth

Originally written for hobby blog on 23 March 2018 One of my close friends often accuses me of liking “boring” things. I enjoy playing walking sims, watching documentaries, and reading poetry in my downtime. When I, in an offhand fashion, mentioned that I had been “poetry-ed out” after having read several poetry books in a …

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Moving to a Bigger Pond: One Poet’s Swim Ever Onward

“No, not that one, that one!” Standing in your local pet store you command a teenager, who works there for part-time minimum wage and is armed with a small green net towards one specific goldfish with your finger because you like the look of her long, flowy tail. You’re standing on the sterile white tiles …

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