I always thought film was too cool for me.
I travelled to Guatemala for the first time when I was fourteen. It was a missions trip. I only had one year of being a teenager under my belt. I still carried around a flip phone and an iPod touch (remember those days?).
I knew I would see beautiful things, so I bought a pack of two disposable cameras from Walmart and packed them in my luggage. I took about five photos on that trip.
For the next two years, the partially used camera and the other (still wrapped in shiny…
Do you remember the culture defining feud between Kimye and Taylor Swift? As a refresher, it went a little something like this: In 2009, Kanye West nonchalantly interrupted 19-year-old Swift during her acceptance speech at the MTV VMAs. Almost a year later, West apologized to Swift via Twitter. For the next seven years, their relationship was back-and-forth. That was, until West released “Famous,” the lead single from his seventh studio album The Life of Pablo. West rapped the second line: “I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why? I made that bitch famous.”
Anyone would be…
“She is dishonest and not loyal. I just don’t want to be around the group when she’s there.”
Six sets of eyes fix upon me. I slowly blink, unfazed by the accusation.
The six-foot-something softie sits to my right; I feel his body tense. I watch as he unlocks and locks his phone, looking for a distraction from this symposium. The green faux leather couch — or is it blue? …
On one of my last days in Israel, I had the opportunity to physically walk through Holy Week as Jesus Christ did 2,000 years ago — from His descent into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, praying in the Garden of Gethsemane, walking along the Via Dolorosa, heading up to Golgotha, and ending at the Garden Tomb.
I was eager for this day to approach. Getting to physically walk through one of the most prominent, foundational stories of my faith is extraordinary; the fact I even had the opportunity is incredible.
But I ended the day feeling disappointed and ultimately unfulfilled.
The fluorescent colors from the Samsung flat-screen TV dance across my eyes. The deep purple walls of my basement provide much-needed relief for my retinas after staring at the pixels on the TV screen for too long.
The game (my vice) that I am playing is called Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six Siege. It’s a first-person shooter. The goal is to either protect the objective or hold the objective; protect the hostage or steal the hostage; protect the bombs or diffuse them.
My friend and classmate, Chris, gifted me the game during our senior year of high school. Since then, I’ve…