Author: Beka

Hinterland, Week Two: Bread is the opposite of complacency

Hinterland, Week Two: Bread is the opposite of complacency

At the end of 2016 I was sitting on Tori’s couch trying to verbalize a thing I knew but didn’t know how to say.

There was this slightly-panicked feeling that had been gaining momentum in recent months, and it picked up a lot of steam during a day-long road trip through Niger in November. I was sitting in the back of a Land Cruiser watching people on the road in the desert—people who have nothing, people who have some things, people who laugh, people who yell, people whose entire day revolves around finding food or water—and I just kept thinking… … Continue reading

Hinterland, Week One: I made a bomb (this is not a metaphor)

Hinterland, Week One: I made a bomb (this is not a metaphor)

You know when it’s late and you turn the lights off and the only thing you can see is this weird greenish black darkness because your eyes haven’t adjusted yet?

That’s what this week was like. Not in the way of total darkness, but more in the way of fumbling around to figure out where all of the furniture is in a room you’d swear you know by heart. One season ended on Friday and a new one began on Saturday and it was kind of like turning the lights off. I didn’t wake up on Saturday morning with a … Continue reading

Hinterland

Hinterland

One night in July when it was stupid hot out, our neighbor invited us to jump in her pool. “Jumping in a pool” rarely sounds like a good idea to me, even if it is still 90 degrees at 8 o’clock at night, but it sounded like one of those quintessential summer things people should do. Night swim: check.

Except instead of jumping in the pool, I stepped into the shallow end and thought about how cold the water felt. I then reevaluated and doubted the decision to be a Person Who Takes A Night Swim every slow step of … Continue reading

Links I’ve been hoarding for you

Links I’ve been hoarding for you

Every now and again when I find a link I want to share with you all I open up a new browser window and start collecting tabs.

And every now and again I completely forget that I’ve been collecting tabs and wind up with eight different windows and 112 links I’ve been hoarding since March.

Thus, today’s list of things you might be vaguely interested in.

Blog Things

If you’ve been looking for a few new things to read, here’s a list of 10+ blogs you might like from Erin at Design for Mankind.

I’m just going to go ahead … Continue reading

The parable of the stolen bike

The parable of the stolen bike

Jenny and I decided to bike down to the fireworks on the 4th of July instead of driving or walking.

This was a great idea.

Aside from being more efficient, it was about a hundred times more enjoyable. It was already an ideal summer night, complete with BBQ and fireflies and the perfect temperature of warm-but-not-hot, and there was something so freeing about getting to bike back home after the fireworks while everyone else in the world sat in traffic and waited a sweet forever to move four inches. It was the opposite of that: a quiet ride next to … Continue reading

Independence Day

Independence Day

I’m the slowest learner ever. Ever.

Because literally—down to the same exact Friends references!I just started writing the 2017 variation of this post I wrote three and a half years ago.

In it, my younger self concluded:

I desire to live a big, adventurous, meaningful life and capture all of it’s beauty in words and pictures. Not for a magazine or a corporation. Not on the side while I pursue “real jobs.” But to live life full-time and write it all down in the hope of encouraging someone else along the way. My dream is now, and

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Thoughts from a quiet morning

Thoughts from a quiet morning

My roommates are gone. This has only happened one other time, when I am here and both of them are away, and last time it was a highly anticipated event. Not because I don’t like them and spend my days secretly hoping they’ll leave, but because I spent a long, long time living by myself and I thought I would enjoy the temporary return to solitude.

I for sure did not.

It took me two days to adjust to the silence. By the third and final day, I had gotten back into the swing of solo things, but even then, … Continue reading

Pomegranate Popsicles

Pomegranate Popsicles

Blogging rule #1: Never make a proclamation.

So here we are, three weeks later, and the proverbial chicken is accumulating more and more mold in my proverbial Crock-pot. Suffice it to say that the past few weeks have required less talking in the early morning hours and more listening, all while quietly hoping that the future might not be terrible, despite some appearances to the contrary.

I started listening to a new episode of The Moth on the way to work one morning after writing some thoughts down and thinking about the potentially terrible future. And I was … Continue reading