The great thing about being a college student, is that sometimes (like when it’s finals week and you have papers to write, exams to study
Let’s be dramatic. I love three things in this world above all others: science, theatre, and, as you know, baseball. Fate usually forbids me of
Well, Howdy! Much happened (virtually) since my last post. I am now writing for the awesome (mostly-) woman-powered all-sports website Aerys Sports. I am primarily
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What does “Home” mean? Is Home a place?
Where is your Home?
To me, Home is a feeling.
A feeling that I finally found on a muggy summer evening inside an overcrowded Canadian bar in Midtown Manhattan. And now, that feeling, my Home, is something I carry with me, no matter where I am.
And since I am a storyteller, I wrote about it.
But now, in this awkward stretch of time between Canada Day and American Independence Day, I again find myself with one foot on each side of the border, in a search for identity and meaning in celebration and self.
Read on, reader, read on.
…I hesitated outside as the damp warm air clung to me. Daring myself to go in. The scarlet Maple Leaf danced in the breeze, gregariously beckoning me within. Making me Promises. Promises not made by a dimly lit room with sticky beer floors. Promises not made by men and women who think you’re beautiful tonight but leave in the morning.
Real Promises. Of Home.
I paused. This was it. I had found it. I made one final eager adjustment to my Toronto Blue Jays hat and sheepishly sauntered in. Dreaming of that Promise of Home.
The Chef smiled at me from behind the bar, welcoming me in like an old friend. He offered me things like Poutine and Beaver Tail and Labatt Blue and Molson and Caesar. Things that sounded beautiful and elegant and foreign. And were nonetheless Canadian; gifts from His Home.
I had a wonderful time channeling my inner Marilyn for this photoshoot in beautiful Malibu, California shot by Barbara Singer.
The great thing about being a college student, is that sometimes (like when it’s finals week and you have papers to write, exams to study for, and should be packing up all your earthly possessions into frail cardboard boxes to move across the country) well, sometimes, you find other awesome things to do, like make a photoblog on Tumblr of your sweet photographs!
View a sample of some of my photos in the gallery below:
Okay, you’re right. Maybe I should get back to studying/not studying and watching the Muppets Christmas Movie now.
Let’s be dramatic. I love three things in this world above all others: science, theatre, and, as you know, baseball. Fate usually forbids me of mash-ups of the three things that make me feel all warm and tingly. But sometimes it happens. Sometimes they come together, and it is beautiful.
For instance, have you seen the musical Damn Yankees? It is one of my favorites.
Have you ever studied the intricate pharmacodynamics of anabolic steroids? I have. Who knew that “Drugs and the Brain” course I took in college would be so helpful to my career as a sports writer? [But it was.] I’m not writing about anabolic steroids anymore, however. This week, my assignment was something different, something new. The latest trend in MLB is Deer Antler Spray, and you can read all about the cool nerdy sciency stuff on my latest post on Aerys.
Trust me, you’ll be the leader of the barstool conversation on that one. And you thought you wouldn’t learn anything after you got your degree! Wrong! Science is cool, especially when it applies to something cool, like health, but specifically, like baseball. So give in to peer pressure already. Read my article. Impress your friends.
I took it upon myself (with unbridled enthusiasm) to chronicle historic hair in baseball for Around The Horn on AerysSports.
You may recall that first, we took a look at The Beard, with the All-Beard All Stars. Now, class, it is time to learn all about The Mohawk. From Johnny Damon’s famous fauxhawk, to the sensational Rayhawks of 2008, to (needless to say) Brian Wilson. Relax and take notes.
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