Music sounds better when you lie on your back on the floor, just like an apple tastes better when you cut it up into wedges. It’s as if when you change how you experience the world, the world becomes more poignant. But it’s still the same world: the same apple…
Alissa Pajer
This week I’ve been thinking about what separates all that’s internal to me from the world outside myself. On the physical level it seems simple: my body, which has definite boundaries in space, is Alissa, and everything outside my skin is not Alissa. Yet say I spit on the sidewalk.…
It could be about crying or about laughing. Or about randomness or about instinct or about instantaneity. But it could also just be about elephants or about asparagus. Or about warm winter clothing about bubble gum about falling down and getting hurt about deliberation about the darkness in all things…
I am happily a math major, so I spend many enjoyable hours thinking about math. And this term I am also happily enrolled in two English classes, so during the past few weeks I’ve spent many enjoyable hours reading and writing. Upon reflection I’ve found that the way I’ve learned…
Yesterday I took a long bike ride around Northfield. I didn’t plan my route; I just pedaled along to see what I could see. I made my way out of the suburban part of town and into the farmlands. The road changed from pavement to dirt, and I had a…
Most mornings I set my cell phone alarm to sound twice: once an hour before I want to get up and then again when I actually want to get up. When the first alarm sounds, I open my eyes just long enough to leave my dream state; then I turn…