I write this for those with eyes cast outward and those with shallow breaths that shatter your solar plexus. I didn’t write this for me. When December rolled into my system in 2014, I was wandering through the deepest haze I’d witnessed in my life so far. Some combination of
Author: Conner Bouchard-Roberts
Let’s Talk: An Unprecedented Conversation on Belief
We are just two stiffs, laymen and lowly normal folks grabbing a drink. At the end of this sentence, you and I will venture a bit down the rabbit hole of what it means to believe something when speaking to another living human being. And what it means to talk
More Hendrix, Less Harris: Why A Simple Song Doesn’t Make the World Better
We are more diverse than the word ‘diversity’ suggests. We possess greater ability than the word ‘ability’ implies. We are unrestricted to a ‘one true’ language; in fact, we have a multitude of supposed ‘first languages’ to use in debate. Chorus: “Adakah saya hanya terdiri daripada kuasa-kuasa yang bertindak ke
The Over-Thinker’s Manifesto
Rorschach drawings have reached this odd point of being infinitely interesting while generally viewed as bullshit. And I mean that in the best of ways. Seriously. At the root there is a belief that we project our inner ‘selves’ onto our outward perceived environment. So when we are met with
Appreciating Our Un-Citable Sources
A few days back, sitting outside the Motley with this mocha whose temperature had just dropped below searing pain, I was reading a particular writer who had been dancing around a thesis for pages, then, out of left field, tossed out a huge question from an unnamed and un-cited poet:
Writing [the body {creative}]
I’m going to spare no space with ridiculous writing. Here is the problem: We, the essay writers of the Claremont Colleges, are imprisoned within our own words; [really? Imprisoned?] forced to write within the structures we believe, and have been told, are the best methods of conveying a point; in
An Experiment in Seeing People as Nothing But
What do you see people as? And I don’t mean ‘people’ as in ‘humankind,’ or imaginary figures, or as philosophical concepts. I mean those real folks around you. Right now. Sitting quietly, or wandering, and maybe holding their hands in awkward habit. Somewhere deep in their own thoughts. Really though,
Over-Tooting Our Own Horns
Orientation was almost over. All of the student leaders were called to a community-building workshop in a crowded and frigid Edmunds Ballroom. The crowd passed around the microphone from one eager speaker to the next. Every word that was spoken was eloquent, well-phrased and pertinent to the social issues on