Last night after class a friend and I were walking to her car when we noticed one ofthe main roads through Purdue had Ben shut down. There were quite a few gawkers standing around in groups, but nothing was visably "wrong." as we rounded a corner we noticed a number of cop cars and a few vans parked outside of a parking garage. Once I saw the bomb ( Read more... )

After months of having nothing to say I'm back. This time I have tons to say.

Um...

Well...

How's the weather?

Seriously I have returned but it's hard to type on my iPhone while walking.

I'm home alone today. This is the first time since my father's death that I am home alone, and not on the phone, calling or texting anyone and everyone I know. I slept in as long as humanly possible, and now I am awake, planning some projects and wondering how today will go. Thus far it has been pretty shitty, and I've been awake a whole 25 ( Read more... )

As a self-proclaimed zombie expert, I claim to possess the knowledge required to survive in a world over-run with the undead. Yet the past couple of nights I have sat in my driveway, in a lawn chair, drinking a couple of beers and listening to my iPod. This is not a good way to stay alert, and alive in a world filled with zombies ( Read more... )

Since my father's passing, I fear that my apparent lack of grief is indicative of my cold, emotionless nature. As my family weeps around me, I feel calm and peaceful. I know that my father is in a better place, far beyond pain, suffering, and the pettiness of others. I believed there was something wrong with me for not feeling utterly destroyed ( Read more... )

I do need to finish my "official" record of how I reached the point on which I stand today, but tonight I wish to share something extrememly personal to me: the eulogy I wrote for my father. For those of you who know me on Facebook, you may have already seen this, but I want to share the memories of my father with as diverse of an audience as ( Read more... )

Note: This will be a difficult post to read, as it is brutally honest, and unadulterated. This is the first post (sadly) in a series of posts in which I attempt to disentangle the clusterfuck that is my current life. This is as much a historical record as it is a memoir of this period of my life, and since I have to post it all from my Blackberry ( Read more... )

The 2 hour wake for my father actually lasted 4 hours today, which I believe to be a testament to who my father is and what he means to those he knew ( Read more... )

I have not been on here for a week, but I have been dealing with a family crisis.  In fact, I wanted to give everyone a brief update.  My father was killed in a farm-related accident on Wednesday of this past week.    I am at home for the next two weeks to take care of my mother and my grandmother (even if my mother is extremely resistant).  Right ( Read more... )

I recall reading Henry David Thoreau's Walden for a book report at some point in college.  I quite enjoyed the book, until I about three quarters of the way through.  I believe that was the point where the book changed from a celebration of nature and its wonder to a discussion of how rabbits and small woodland creatures were his "friends."  These ( Read more... )