Life Underwater

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A short film exploring a young woman’s first 24 hours in the mental hospital.

15 Seconds of Fame. 20 With Runners On.May 7, 2023
This might sound completely antithetical to the fact that I love baseball, but the truth is that I hate the new pitch clock because it forces me to stay focused on the game. I love living with baseball on, having it drift from foreground to background as the soundtrack to summer nights that, up ‘til now, allowed for the space of life’s other tasks: errands and chores and work could
Tonight, We are Young: On Kershaw and His LegacyJune 20, 2022
Clayton Edward Kershaw. His birthday is one day after mine, and he was drafted the year I got into baseball, the year I graduated high school. It was an ascendant rise from the moment he struck out Sean Casey on a curveball in Spring Training of 2008 to the peak of 2014 when he won the MVP. It’s rare and it’s something to be cherished that the player I picked
One Man’s Love for PizzaJune 17, 2022
Pizza is my favorite food. Easily. It’s something that I never tire of, and it’s something I’ve eaten multiple times in one day. It’s because it’s one of those foods that’s simple to make but complex to make well. The marriage of sauce, dough, and cheese can be done in any number of ways. There are places that have better sauce and some have better dough. But it all comes
The Video Game RocketMay 7, 2022
With video games, there always comes a point on the interest curve where you understand the mechanics. When this happens, there are no new tricks: it will follow forward in much the same way without new skills or modes; it’ll be the same thing but different from here on out. It’s the brennschluss of media: the rocket’s run out of fuel and now it’s being carried home along its plot-arc
The Blank Page and Its DiscontentsMay 6, 2022
I have half a mind to start blogging again–starting and editing and ending in the WordPress text editor to see what happens. It’s interesting because when I blogged as a teenager, I felt like I was unique and that the thoughts I had were new and exciting and un-thought-of-before. Now, at 34, I understand that that really wasn’t the case–I wasn’t already a great writer just because I was unique,