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Asking questions can lead you to new places. Writing helps bring you to answers. And more questions.
Here, I’ve collected writings on a number of topics. Sometimes they’ve been published elsewhere, and other times they’re just for this blog.
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My alarm clock is useless. At least, the electronic one I have to plug in and reset if the power goes out. But now, I don’t even need my phone alarm. I became a morning person. Granted, it helps that my cats want their breakfast earlier and earlier. Herman—the orange devil, as his friends call…
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I wrote a review of The Decemberists’ new album for It’s All Dead! Stephanie read it and told me I write reviews like Rory Gilmore, referring of course to the episode in which Rory prints a scathing writeup of a ballet performance at Yale and in the end learns a valuable lesson. But you, of course,…
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O say can you see…?
Yesterday, I covered the Mooresville fireworks celebration at Pioneer Park. I did this last year, too, when I was an intern for The Reporter-Times. But this year they didn’t need a story, just photos. Since I was simply taking photos, I wanted to get some good shots. But there was one shot in particular that I…
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What I learned from writing about sports
The sports seasons are all over. The tournaments have wound down. And my time as a sports writer is over for now. Many games ended how I expected, while others had surprising outcomes. Although I had written about sports for The Reflector, I didn’t think of myself as a sports writer per se. But I…
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The Bee’s Knees
The day I saw the hives, Stephanie and I swapped bee stories. Honeybee facts, statistics, jargon—this was our dinner conversation, while everyone else in the restaurant talked about the Pacers or something. We were eating Thai food that was abnormally hot. Yes, I know that Thai is known to be spicy, but this was so…
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From “The 400-Pound CEO”
I have a sense that God is unfair and preferentially punishes his weak, his dumb, his fat, his lazy. I believe he takes his perfect creatures, and cheers them on like a brainless dad as they run roughshod over the rest of us. He gives us a need for love, and no way to get…
James Figy 