How I Got Into Coffee Culture
I like coffee. Half my blog posts are about it. But it’s not just coffee that I like; it’s coffee culture. I love the ritual behind going to the coffee shop. I like the...
Category: Growing Up
Thoughts on childhood and growing up
The Crayon Box Time Machine
One of the hardest things about growing up is striking the right balance between conformity and nonconformity. Every person who’s ever lived has an innate desire to fit in. We are, after all, social...
Drafting Class and Print Shop
Sometimes you look back on your childhood and realize how much you were shaped by a certain experience. Something long forgotten memory comes to the forefront of your mind. An experience that seemed relatively...
The ABCs of Spelling Bees
I’ve always been good at spelling. I usually got all A’s in elementary school. But my orthographic skills never really translated over to spelling bees. Despite my nerdiness, I never really excelled at these...
Meeting Friends through Meetup
Somehow, in the six years I’ve been doing this blog, I neglected to write about a topic that’s near and dear to my heart: Meetup.com. I’ve met almost all of my friends through the...
Growing Up with the Cub Scouts
There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Dupo, Illinois back in the late 1980s / early 1990s. Thankfully, I got involved in Cub Scouts. Most of the boys in my core group of...
A Spartan in Texas
When you’re in college, you’re surrounded by people wearing your school colors, and living on campus makes you feel like you’re at the center of the world. This was true for me at least,...
Depleted Uranium and the 1990s Internet
In my 10th grade physics class, we spent a good chunk of the spring semester talking about radioactivity. For our final project, our teacher assigned a range of essay topics about radiation and nuclear...
My Austin Area Code
People sometimes get confused when I give them my phone number. You see, I have an Austin area code, but I’ve never lived in Austin. This blows some people’s minds, even though it’s not...
Turning 35 Years Old
Another birthday has come and gone, and I find myself 35 years old. It’s s significant number in more ways than one. First off, it’s a multiple of 5. Since we use a base...
