I took to walking in high school. Throughout ninth and tenth grade, I sneaked outside after ten and walked around the local neighborhoods, watching televisions flicker in windows, dodging headlights, and rubbing my hands in the soft grass, looking for dew. I generally came in around one, always trying to find new paths to tread. I hate cars, so I ( Read more... )

When ever I used to lament a disconnect with people, my mother always said, "Brett, you're too intense," as if I would drive people away by asking too many questions or thinking too hard. In a way she may be right ( Read more... )

 I consider myself American through and through, but lately I've delved into my Irish side a bit. With a name like Brett Erin Keegan, I'm quite Celtic and curious about my ethnicity, desiring to hear the music and learn the history of Erin (or Ireland ( Read more... )

Today at the dinner table one person thought I was an English major, another a theater major, and a third a music major. I've had countless people assume me a philosophy major, another a theology major, another a biology major, another a history major; and one more thought me a visual arts major. No one has ever thought me a JMC major ( Read more... )

 Is it foolish for me to want to learn merely for the sake of learning? Must everything boil down to dollars and cents? About what looks good upon a resume? We scurry from place to place and stage to stage, from the cradle to the retirement home, seeming to miss half the sights trying to see them all. Why do we do half the stuff we do? I'm not ( Read more... )

 "If you are ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife and child and friends, and never see them again--if you have paid your debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free man--then you are ready for a walk."  ---Thoreau in "Walking"

I'm going to try to meditate by writing a little each day, whether ( Read more... )