The cat taking up residence in my apartment is no longer that slightly mangy looking kitten my sister and old roommate found wandering the streets of Bakersfield. She’s now a slightly curvy adult cat with bowel issues and an expensive cat food diet. In many ways, she has developed this occasionally kind yet neurotic personality that leaves me wondering why, with her (I’m not kidding) overdramatic eye roll she gives me whenever I sing, she wasn’t born a human being. It took lots of time for her to even kind of like me or to become this strange domestic long-haired cat who loves playing fetch with hair ties. She has solidified her place in the world with her presence and personality, but this changed over the years and it continues to change as the clock hands tick forward.Continue reading “How To Properly Travel To The Future”
“God, I was just nineteen,” I said with a sigh of shock and a look of puzzlement. I couldn’t perceive how the years since undergrad had rolled by so quickly.
My younger sister, who was turning twenty-four soon, cut off my sigh to proclaim the truth with a bit of teasing tied into it. “No, you weren’t.”
It was true. Nearly nine years have passed since I was in my teens. And although I am constantly mistaken for a young college student, it has been years since I even stepped foot on a University campus. I had been hanging out with friends, that I didn’t know, but that I had been around for years now. I then thought back to all the people who I used to hang out with who have just become passing Instagram posts on my phone screen. Continue reading “Time Flies When You’re Living Life”
I had read a text riddled with anxiety and worry. The words pushed for a more detailed answer and begged for better news. “We have plenty of time,” I texted my best friend, “the wedding is months away.”
My friend quickly typed back as if to shake me back into reality from a distance. “Yeah, but it’s already May.”
May? What had happened to the rest of the year? One moment I was thinking about the end of February, and within the next blink of an eye it was the end of May. I had so many other things that I had planned to do by the end of the year, and the world was already spinning into the second half of the calendar. Continue reading “Timelessness”
I saw this headline from Forbes and mostly agreed. Dozens of nude photos, either deleted by female celebrities in the past, stolen from the ever-mystifying-iCloud, or faked by sleazy hackers to make it look like the celebs were leaked on 4Chan over the weekend. The leak was blamed at first on Apple’s security, but the company later denied they had anything to do with leak on “9 to 5 Mac.”
Our customers’ privacy and security are of utmost importance to us. After more than 40 hours of investigation, we have discovered that certain celebrity accounts were compromised by a very targeted attack on user names, passwords and security questions, a practice that has become all too common on the [I]nternet. None of the cases we have investigated has resulted from any breach in any of Apple’s systems including iCloud or Find my iPhone. We are continuing to work with law enforcement to help identify the criminals involved.
However, the majority of responses I have heard related to this scandal were that these women shouldn’t have taken the photos of themselves in the first place. This of course concerns me. “I’ve never heard anyone respond to financial hacking by saying, Just don’t use online banking. That’s what you get for using credit cards,” as Farhad Manjoo (@fmanjoo) wrote on Twitter. Continue reading “Why You Really Shouldn’t Click on Jennifer Lawrence’s Nude Photo”
“He took the name of a humble saint and then called for a church of healing. The first non-European pope in 1,200 years is poised to transform a place that measures change by the century” –Person of the Year | TIME picks the person who most influenced the news each year, for better or worse
Jorge Bergoglio chose his papal name, Francis, after Francis of Assisi, the 13th century patron saint of the poor, and rightly so. According to TIME, “the 13th century Francis turned to the ministry when, as legend has it, he heard a voice calling to him from a crucifix to repair God’s house. He left his prosperous silk-merchant family to live with the poor. He was a peacemaker, the first Catholic leader to travel to Egypt to try to end the Crusades. He placed mercy at the core of his life.” Continue reading “TIME’s Person of the Year Embraces Love”
I grabbed my favorite mug with John, Paul, George and Ringo’s silhouette famously strolling across Abbey Road and dumped two teaspoons of sugar at the bottom of its surface. I sat the jar of sugar down next to the full coffee pot and poured the dark liquid into the cup. As the steam grew from the mug I began to pour my tasty pumpkin spice creamer slightly off center into the cylindrical object. I watched as the loud of creamer billowed its way up from the bottom of the mug’s porcelain floor and, instead of grabbing a stirring spoon, I let the forceful movement of the cream mix its way around my hot cup of coffee.Continue reading “Swirls In My Coffee”
I still remember finding an old photograph of two very small children left in the back of our kitchen drawer when my family and I moved into our house. The photo paper was crinkling at the corners and humid weather conditions seeping into the house helped damage the picture that was forgotten and left out to exposure.
The family before us had lived in this quaint little house for nearly ten years before they relocated to another town, but somehow I feel as though they have never left because of the small piece of them that they had left behind.
I noticed recently that my view on photographs has changed over the years. Before moving into this house I would have never considered the great connection those people who lived here previously to us had with that little piece of paper, but after a few years of experimenting with my camera, I now hold a new found respect for the carefully captured images.
Photos are just a snapshot of life. They freeze a moment in time within the confines of piece of paper, hidden away on rolls of film, or locked up inside a digital file. Those that have died before us live on in our thoughts and the memories captured on film. It’s as if the world of the past is just beyond the photographs that we hold so dear, and when look at the old photograph of the two very small children eerily staring back at me, I wonder what stories are attached to that little piece of photo paper.