INTERPRETATIVE

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