Philosophy Category
Everyone’s an Expert
Posted on January 9, 2012 3 Comments
I hate the word ‘expert’. It didn’t always used to be this way. Now, everyone’s throwing around this term, and, like most overused words, it has lost it’s meaning. These days, everyone’s an expert on something. Social media, writing, television. In fact, I do know some people who qualify to call themselves experts, but they […]
The Mysterious Retail Injury
Posted on January 3, 2012 1 Comment
I seem to be attracted to mildly hazardous jobs. Nothing incredible, like putting out oil fires, just the minor injuries. I worked at a movie theater for a year, running the concession stand. I got an awesome visor, a nametag, and free movie-themed t-shirts. So what, The Thunderbirds was a flop. Been there, done that, […]
Culture of Collection – A tale of Christmas Present(s)
Posted on December 19, 2011 Leave a Comment
Don’t even try to pretend you don’t watch Hoarders. Your lip peels back in disgust at the sight of a house in such a state of disarray, it’s nearly physically painful. You placate yourself every minute or so, telling yourself, ‘I will never be like that’, but we might all be heading that way. I […]
A Journey Restarted
Posted on December 12, 2011 Leave a Comment
I have returned to The Fantastic World of Barnes & Noble (or the Nobley, for you who are savvy to the lingo). I’ve worked at B&N for upwards of three years, alternating between seasonal employ and full time. The last stint was a solid two year, full-time block that ended January 2nd of this year. […]
Hipsters (Or, How I Learned to Embrace Epicurus)
Posted on December 1, 2011 2 Comments
There’s a lot of stuff on the Internet bashing the hipster culture, but I think I’ve got it nailed. From a distance, I am a hipster. I’m comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt with a pop culture reference. I’ve worn glasses since 9th grade, square cut frames because I don’t look so good in round/frameless. […]
My So-called (Immortal) Life
Posted on November 2, 2011 Leave a Comment
I love vampires. I mean, really. I love high-holy asskickery. I love moral qualms. I love vicious sociopathic killers. I love those looking for redemption. My only criteria seems to be they have the potential for immortal life and feed off some aspect of humanity, be it blood, emotion, or culture. So, I present to […]