My life was Star Wars and Sour Patch Kids until I got my first job at 15. I made $6.65 an hour bagging groceries, pushing carts, and mopping shit off the bathroom walls at the Pick ‘n Save on Silvernail Road in Pewaukee, Wisconsin. Because I was home schooled, this job, my church youth group, and… Read More Is your last name Dover?
I live in a 675-square-foot, single-bedroom apartment in the Edgewater neighborhood on Chicago’s far north side. If you’re facing the front of my five-story apartment building, which has around 40 similar sized units, I’m in the unit at the top right. I have two windows in front, facing east, and one window in the bedroom… Read More Up here it’s me and a buncha animals
For a total amount of time that adds to maybe three weeks a year, Chicago’s weather is fit for human life. When I’m not working on a job, or combating another endemic bout of seasonal depression, I use these brief hours to walk. Usually without a destination in mind. Mostly just to explore, and hopefully,… Read More Exploring the Fourth Dimension
After spending two weeks in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, for the first half of July, I’m officially back in Chicago. At least, my body is. My psyche is still in the desert somewhere. On one hand, it feels like I was gone for a long time. On the other, it feels like I never… Read More “I’m tryin’ to backroads it to Walmart!”
Before beginning my residency here at Starry Night Retreat in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, I had never really been to the desert. Been through it once or twice, and kissed the edge at other times, but my imagination of the American southwest has otherwise mostly been informed by Clint Eastwood movies, B-grade sci-fi flicks,… Read More Desert Voices, Urban Noises
One of my first jobs out of college was at a busy, local bike shop. It was 2009, so my humanities degrees were useless in the already bankrupt Chicago labor market. But the bike shop was a happy medium. It paid well, the customers were (mostly) cool, and the discounts were steep. Outside of the… Read More Put Your Head Down and Work
Yesterday I took a few-hour jaunt out of T or C to the Very Large Array, the, uh, very large radio telescope/observatory roughly fifty miles west of Socoro, New Mexico—notable only because once you’re past Socoro, there’s nothing but mountains, fields, and a gradual elevation climb to 7,000 feet above sea level. Every five or… Read More Natural Theater, or, the Very Large Array