I originally wanted this post to be about the music of twenty one pilots, and how their themes of mental health and depression are expressed very differently than how most pop artists approach them. This idea presented a problem, though, because I’m not sure I could classify the band as being 100% pop. But by thinking…… Continue reading Why Twenty One Pilots Shouldn’t Be “Schizoid Pop”
Media that discusses mental health issues is great! As long as it is used properly.
Getting involved in flags isn’t always the easiest thing. I know the intense history and complex meanings in flags distress a lot of potential flag aficionados. But you know what? None of that matters at the start of your journey. Appreciating flag design doesn’t require a vast field of knowledge; it just requires the will…… Continue reading Pushing Boundaries: Nepal’s excellent flag
Living here is a weather shitstorm, but I do admire the gastronomic reasons Chicagoans like to call this city home. We all know the key touristy attractions, Willis Tower, Millennium Park, deep dish pizza (YUM), but don’t you want food experiences off the beaten path? As a roving college student, I’ve encountered a few (frankly)…… Continue reading Chicago Northside Food Guide
Dear Chicago driver, Do you stick your head up your butt when you get in the car? It must be hard to see me when I try to cross the street legally. Recently, I nearly was hit by a car for the fifth time. In the past few months, it seems I contracted a debilitating…… Continue reading The Sidewalk Ghost
Freder: Your magnificent city, Father – and you the brain of this city – and all of us in the city’s light – – and where are the people, father, whose hands built your city – – – ? Joh Frederson: Where they belong… Freder: Where they belong…? In the depths…? In modern times where…… Continue reading Blogging Around the Town: Labor and Sentience in “Metropolis”
Dear Grass, You have been an advantageous distraction. On the soccer field, I would sit on you and pick you to help time fly by. I often neglected my position as a goalie as the 7-year-olds would scramble in a writhing mass on the opposite end. My parents and coach would yell to catch my…… Continue reading Kiss My Grass