Big government, or small?

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“Ink Bud! Are all proper nouns are capitalized?” “Yes Daddy, except names of communist leaders. They’re not capitalists.” “Thanks, as a computer coder, you think I’d be smart enough to know that. A least I’m pro grammer.” “And at least your name is capitalized.” “That’s right! YOU ESSAY! YOU ESSAY!” “Okay Daddy, I can take […]

Extinction

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Daddy, why did the dinosaurs die? I don’t know about all of them, Ink Bud, but the Thesaurus sneezed to death of springtime allegories.

Escaped Convict

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“Daddy, did Uncle Jack go to jail for being a bad writer?” “Yes, and he still never finished his sentence.” “Do they send all bad writers to a cell block?” “Yes, Ink Bud, that’s why it’s called Writer’s Block.”

Delivery

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“Daddy?” May I eat your synonym roll?” “No Ink Bud. Mom plans to eat it before her next contraction.” “Mom?” “Don’t even think about it!” “Too late! Mom contracted! Yummm!”

We shot a video

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My brother and I made this video today in about 15 minutes. Recorded him playing the piano for 2.5 minutes, shot for 9 minutes and edited it all together in 3.5 minutes.

Bragging Rights

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Letter of Recommendation Nathan Nichols was a student in my computer programming class at Lane Community College in winter term 2011.  His performance was outstanding and he earned my deep respect as an intelligent, motivated student with great values and a positive attitude. Nathan not only was one of the two best students in the […]

The Pollock of Pain and Joy

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This article was for ARTO 354. My work is largely inspired by creation and the intricacies of personhood in particular. Though my theological understanding is poor, I can tell that we people are complex, both wrecked by sin and full of spectacular treasures. Therefore, thoughtfully executed raw documentary portraits are fascinating to me, especially in […]

The Meaning of a Moroccan Smile

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The square billowed up with smoke like a volcano, swallowing up tourists in wild frenzy. Night life in Marrakesh Square presented no other image than this. Moroccan barbecue stands lay scattered about like dice thrown from a cup. Their spicy odor rose into the night air with the steadily growing smoke. Foreign tongues filled the […]