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Photo Credit to Garret Morrow on Pexels Throughout your life, there are going to be certain objects that weave themselves into your individuality until they become something more. They become a part of your everyday routine, your ideals of comfort and a part of your identity.  For me, that object is a pair of Skullcandy Crusher Evo headphones. I've had them for years. They aren’t anything too flashy… the cushions have lost some of their fluff, the bass doesn’t boom as loud an

Photo Credit: Haley Appell There are times when a song hits so close to home that you feel as if the artist wrote it specifically for you. Maybe it goes even farther than that. It feels like the artist has a secret camera that has been following you around and has studied your interactions and emotions.  And as they watch the footage, the artist writes little notes in their journal, and they use your everyday experiences as inspiration for their music. And now they released a

Photo credit: United States Library of Congress's Prints and Photographs (public domain) Bob Dylan's 1980s work is often seen as inherently poor, yet Dylan fans far and wide treasure his high points as much as his low ones. While some great music was released by Dylan in this decade, much of it was not well-received at the time. “Blind Willie McTell,” arguably one of Bob Dylan’s greatest compositions, emerged from this period, as part of a lost demo from 1983’s Infidels studi

Photo Credit to Pavel Danilyuk When it comes to presentations in school, I like to describe them as “hit or miss” experiences. I feel like that phrase is a good descriptor for the overall feeling of giving a presentation. Some people don’t mind them; this acts as their golden moment.  This moment of confidence demonstrates their knowledge of an intended topic. You can even see it in their eyes when they realize that it wasn’t so bad, and they had nothing to worry about. For o

Photo Credit: Azam Hostetler The travel experiences I remember are typically the ones where things go terribly wrong. It appears that travel experiences, especially casual commutes, I tend to forget after a while. A drive through a familiar neighborhood, a bus you usually take, or a walk on a familiar forest trail are forgettable, however peaceful they are.  The interesting matters that you end up remembering are usually unknown, although they may be chaotic. Today, I want to

Red Dead Redemption 2, Rockstar Games Over winter break, I interacted with a few sources of media I could not look away from. When the break first started, I was surrounded by videogames since I was finally back in my room at home.  I decided to play a game I haven’t played in a while; Red Dead Redemption 2 by Rockstar Games. When I loaded up the game, I felt this rush of adrenaline and memories from the first time that I played it. It made me feel a bit old, as the game came

Photo Credit: Bob Dylan Center in Tulsa, OK I’m not quite sure when I became interested in Bob Dylan, but it’s been nearly half my life. In the past two or three years, a simple heavy interest has blossomed into a spiritually-tuned obsession.  People who listen to older music are often looked down upon by some, and the further back in time that you go for music preference, the more your demographic of listeners inevitably collide with the baby boomers. That never bothered me

Photo Credit: Zach Cregger. 2025. Weapons [Film]. Warner Bros. Pictures. Warning: there will be spoilers regarding the movie “Weapons” 17 elementary school children went missing from their homes at 2:17 a.m. All from the same first-grade class, gone, except for one.  “Weapons” stirred confusion amongst many critics and viewers regarding what this movie represented. From the use of witchcraft to a scene of a giant CGI AK-47 floating in the sky. What was the message?  After vie

It all began on September 9 at 8 p.m., when I discovered what I thought was a leak in my bathroom ceiling. Standing in a puddle with wet socks, I looked up—only to meet the beady gaze of a squirrel peering through the air vent and politely introducing itself by peeing on my freshly cleaned floor.

Whether it is misremembering or a sickening form of nostalgia, something sinister hangs over memories of movies from our youth.  Never in my life has any current movie given me the same sense of primal fear as some childhood movies have given me. The heart racing and stomach sinking feeling that films like “Where the Wild Things Are” and “James and the Giant Peach” have given me have not been matched by any modern horror movie I have watched recently.  Yes, “Where the W

Fandoms, often dismissed as “cringe” or embarrassing, provide a space for self-expression, creativity, and community, allowing fans to celebrate the stories and characters they love through fanart, cosplay, writing, and discussion. Projects like Red Hood: Resurrection and artists such as @hiikeu show that fandom dedication can result in high-quality, meaningful contributions that enrich both the original content and the communities that cherish it.

or the first time at a concert without my phone, I saw the stage not a sea of screens. Nearly 14,000 eyes focused on the band, the crowd connected in ways no recording could capture, and I realized some memories are meant to be lived, not filmed.