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Zen and the Art of Vehicular Navigation
Naturally, then, it came as quite a blow when I realized that I wasn’t a good driver. Okay, perhaps that’s kind. I was a terrible driver, Godawful in fact.
John Harvard Goes Viral
Harvard tour guides aren’t the only ones talking up the John Harvard statue in the Yard. Thanks to a new Wikipedia page created on Oct. 12, the Internet is talking, too.
What’s Up With Tat?: Why I’m Not Ready For Children
We were laughing so hard my parents thought we were drunk—which given that it was 6:00 p.m. on a Tuesday, would not be unheard of.
Squealing and Snorting and Growing Up
The sillies are uncontrollable. No matter the trigger, they induce tearful fits of laughter lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to over an hour.
As a Whirlwind
Over summer I ate things I fished myself and drank water I drew up from a well. I did drawings in a sketchbook that nobody saw. I talked to a dog. I spent whole days having sex with the curtains drawn. I painted my grandmother’s toenails.
House on a String
Two weeks before moving, I learned that the “inventor” of the yo-yo, Louis Marx, had lived a few blocks away from my then home.
Overexposed in Austin
On the highway later, I looked down at the odometer: 85 m.p.h. It didn’t feel all that fast. It was the landscape’s lack of landmarks.
Yellow Lines
I killed my brother. I hurt my brother. I betrayed my brother. I pushed my brother away.
