The senior faculty member at a student-faculty retreat introduced me to the student body as a hillbilly,...
John David Duke Jr
David was begotten and conceived in the ordinary way in the middle of 1972, possibly on his father's birthday. Since then, it's been an unremarkable go, except for the time his dad took him to help disarm a Cherokee woman who was shooting at her mother with a rifle.
We are prepossessed to think we can capture mutability, but the very notion is futile. It’s an...
There exists a particular routine you get into: you scan the edge of the field for movement,...
Those playgrounds and slides were built in the near memory of one of the worst things that...
I cast a first shadow upon a friendship. Oh, how petty Kid Icarus! Why didn’t I just...
I hereby confess to you, dear reader, that when I consider you, I am pitiless. In what...
A moral gerrymandering of my personal Ludditism can become disciplined if I filter that jagged line through...
What about forgiveness? Who has the power to forgive Freddie deBoer? More importantly, who has the authority...
I invite you to be enthralled with Brideshead Revisited, which makes a television masterpiece of a literary...
This was certainly a memorable occasion for me, but it belongs in a closet full of memorabilia,...
I am the hunter right now. The woods are anxious about me. I am the apex predator,...
People trade in indignation & outrage. I imagine we justify ourselves using this currency by appealing to...
Here is my journal which I kept from October 5 to December 21, edited for readability, followed...
Turning the calendar page is only a reminder that we have little power over a few affairs...
If there is not a one atop the denominator, there is no longer a declaration of The...
Enduring institutional death is a difficulty of another magnitude and rising again is all but impossible. But...
Buffalo's pride has made it like Capernaum: instead of the Roman Empire, she is oppressed by the...
Every fiber of my being screamed with pleasure when I laid eyes on the syrupy nectar oozing...
The fear of my father is transforming, evolving, not less in fear, but growing in it, producing...
Now I’m wondering whether the professor wrote the riddle because it was already a dangerous question in...
