Dexxxxter: (n), an event in which a bowler achieves four strikes in a row, a step above the traditional Turkey. Coined after Dexter brand bowling shoes.

“My first Dexxxxter! Mom will be so proud!”

Got a large plastic cup in hand, somehow comforting when filled with good ice, not from my refrigerator, and cold Christmas coke. I wish I had more to say. The curse of the concise.

It’s a beard tote kind of day, gotta tune that ukulele and make some music.

I think too much when I’m sick.

“I am a tree!” the ember keeps whispering to itself.

of good nights. Late nights with the most energizing of folks, long lost folks. and johnny bertram. and the girl with the stand up bass. I want to be her. rain, annoying rain and the glimmering streets, the way smoke lingers and the laughing. Jesus, I love this community.

Rainboots would be nice.

I told my political science professor that my number one news source is the Daily Show. When he asked me what kind of research paper I was considering, I told him of course I hadn’t thought about it yet, because I’m awful a choosing paper topics. Sure, they always sound cool, but writing them proves less possible than originally anticipated.
“So it’s about sounding cool?”
“Isn’t that what life is all about, Dr. Reinhard?”
“You should talk more in class.”

Looking over at my saved drafts, “I drove two hours to see Jupiter and her moons…”

I remember, now, more visible that night than she’d been since 1990. All the way up the Natchez Trace to French Camp, Mississippi, the darkest spot on our map, and a little observatory called Rainwater.

Listening to Charles Pope rave about the universe is probably one of the more rewarding things I could possibly do. Period. Donald Miller said that sometimes you have to see someone else love something before you can really love it, too. It’s like they’re showing you the way. I thought I liked space, turns out I don’t know shit about shit, except how mind-blowing it all is, and the typical revelation that we’re so so tiny.

Charles star hopped around, finally pointing out what he called a binary star, and said it was his favorite body to examine in the summer. Squinting at the eyepiece, it returned to me a pair of glowing dots, blue and yellow, sharing a center of gravity, around which both are constantly revolving. I got lost in Charles’s talk.. these are not the only stars to compliment each other, did you know that all stars in the universe have a mate? some even have three or four, and they could be relatively close to one another, or separated by an entire galaxy, revolving like everything else at the whim of gravity, weak yet significant.

FACT: our Sun is the only star that does NOT have a mate. As if it were hurled from its nebulous at creation, I like to think our Sun a rogue star, perhaps even the devil himself. I don’t know if I want to take this that far, but one day that Sun is going to swallow up the earth, so maybe it is a lovely disguise.