By Max Warren
I’m trying this new thing where I attempt to understand people who hold a different position than I do, rather than just assuming they’re stupid… What I can’t understand is all these people leading the civil assault against marriage equality.
By Max Warren
As we move into 2012, I’ve noticed that most people seem preoccupied with two things: resolutions and the coming Apocalypse. I personally am expecting little on December 21, 2012. But, you see, there’s a certain secret I want you to know.
By Max Warren
We’re becoming increasingly plugged in. And I worry, as everything that possibly can go digital does so, that we’re going to be unwilling to wait patiently on the things that can’t.
By Max Warren
Zion is the kind of small town that too many of us Last Generation kids never escape. Community college and the food-service-industry greedily devour a lot of the town’s youth.
By Max Warren
When I was younger, I had a problem with mirrors. I would go out of my way to avoid them, always being sure to keep the medicine cabinet open. The thing of it was, if I looked into one long enough, it really didn’t seem like I was looking at myself anymore.
By Max Warren
We’ve inherited a world that, in many ways, could not be riper for us to make our mark. The trick, then, is for us not to fuck it up.
By Max Warren
As a former Gator (class of ’10 and, of course, an English major) currently self-exiled to the frigid north at Harvard Law, I’ll be your guide—or a whimsical psychopomp, perhaps—on this blog journey we’re about to begin.
