Stuck Between Classic Rock and a Hard Place

I’m briefly breaking my hiatus from blogging to share an interesting conversation I had this morning at work. It started with a story: I was in Spanish class my senior year of high school and somehow, in an otherwise incredibly boring class, the subject matter had switched to music (that’s música in Spanish). I don’t…

The Ivy League Truth

My friend at work showed me an interesting article the other day as a way of poking fun of my Ivy League background (something I’ve grown accustomed to). It was then posted by two other friends of mine on Facebook, both of whom provided impressively detailed and intellectual commentary on the article. Here is the…

The Pretty Ricky of It All

As I write this post, I’m listening to George Strait’s It Just Comes Natural. You know, because he’s the king. Of course that song has nothing to do with this post, I just thought you should know. Also, it will make this post that much more weird knowing that song is playing in the background.…

The Struggle

So, I joined Hinge last week, described by a friend as “the classy Tinder.” This week I’m slowly realizing that I joined much to my own chagrin, which, of course, should be read: “I have no matches.” Normally I would post a picture of myself here and say something like, “see, not a bad looking…