Maybe you’ve heard the old saying about teachers not being competent enough to actually do the thing they’re teaching. After all, the logic goes, if someone is proficient at their craft, why would they forgo fame, acclaim, and the ability to purchase frighteningly expensive houses just to slum it as a teacher? The horror. I don’t buy it. It makes no sense to assume that being a teacher disqualifies someone
We lost another one a few days ago. By “we,” I mean people who like good music, and by “another one,” I mean, of course, Tom Petty. All this week, every time I’ve had the chance, I’ve been listening to his music, whether on Pandora or my own digital collection. I’ve been reading tributes from his friends and fellow musicians, and I’ve been commiserating with my friends over our loss.
Friday before last, I went to see David Sedaris read at the Center for the Performing Arts in Denver. For those who don’t know, Sedaris is an American author, humorist, and radio contributor best known for his delightfully skewed slice-of-life essays and articles about his family and life abroad. Going in, I hadn’t been sure whether Sedaris would be doing a signing that evening or not, so I was happy
Sometimes, there’s an actor who just makes everything better. No matter the project, if this person’s involved, you know it’s going to be good, or at least better than it might’ve otherwise been. For my time and money, Alan Tudyk is one of those people. Probably best known for playing pilot Hoban “Wash” Washburne in Joss Whedon’s Firefly and Serenity, Tudyk is an actor you probably recognize from at
During our fourth week of U.S. Navy boot camp, we found ourselves in the service of the mess hall. The navy called it Service Week, and we’d been warned about it for the previous three weeks. Everyone said it would be a sweet little piece of hell made up of the most interminable days imaginable. To the carefree civilian, we were told, eight weeks in boot camp might seem like nothing,
People love to watch disasters unfold, especially from the comfort of their overstuffed sofas, remotes in hand. They may say it’s because they’re concerned about the people involved, and perhaps they are, or they enjoy seeing the sheer power of Mother Nature on display, but I’ve always thought it was because we all have a bit of the voyeur in us. There’s plenty of material out there. It seems there’s