Recruit who dropped their sport: Can I work in?
Regular student: Work in Stone? Frist? Campus Club? Work in where?

I’m always quick to spell out or clarify my name when it’s asked for. Call it my preemptive strike against the flicker of uncertainty in the barista’s eyes or the note of hesitation in the agent’s voice.

“Truth number one: this is not a poem about you, I have never written a poem about you, I will never write a poem about you.”

“It was like my whole world filtered through a telescope when I knew you, all I needed was to look your way to think, yes, everything else is far and unimportant.”

“What I wanted to do was ask her if she knew how good she had it: white and pretty and well-to-do and having friends made by her parents from the very beginning.”

“You’ve said I remind you of those deep water high stress fish: cakey eyes, headlights that make sense in pitch nothing but when taken to surface explode.”

The first stone was one I knew. Flaking and grey and dusty. A driveway stone – from my driveway. Who breaks a person’s dining room window with a stone from that same person’s driveway?

“He comes to the edge of the water every day in the early afternoon, he said. Last Thursday, nothing would bite.”

“Don’t make deals with the Devil when you don’t know what you have. Check your pockets first. Take inventory.”





An interview with Ian Chang, on connecting the computer to the organic body in performing and composing music

“Somehow I would atomize the egotism and diva and brutishness that mediated Ty’s interface and reveal genuine realized human soul.”

“The issue, then, is that in the minds of female students, math becomes a game for ‘smart people’—and over time, fewer and fewer girls retain the confidence to overcome that perception.”
Recruit who dropped their sport: Can I work in?
Regular student: Work in Stone? Frist? Campus Club? Work in where?