I love the story of Adam and Eve. As a kid, I loved it because they lived in what I imagined was a climate-controlled garden full of only the good animals. Lions, tigers, giraffes, otters, baby elephants; the good animals. To a seven-year-old, that sounded like an ideal life. Who am I kidding? I’m in …
The curtains are closed as I enter. All around, frenetic energy pulls at my attention like a toddler pulling at mom’s shirt. Some people are in their seats, others stand, their conversations growing louder and softer like waves toppling onto the beach, yet I remain focused on the curtains, on what’s behind them, on what’s …
“Watch the goat!” my friend Ally screamed as we came around the bend. We were riding the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disneyland and at a specific bend in the track, there’s an animatronic goat with a stick of dynamite in his mouth. Lore among Disney-People says if you focus your eyes on the goat …
In college, when we weren’t playing cards or planning a themed dinner party—our “side dish only” party still reigns as the greatest dinner party I’ve ever attended—my friends and I talked. We talked about everything. We talked about the contestants on American Idol, the lack of parking at Common Grounds, each other’s penchant for over-committing, …
I try to see movies on the weekend they’re released. If I don’t see them when they’re at the front of my mind, real life tends to get in the way and by the time I’m able to get back around to seeing them, they’ve already left the theaters. As such, when I woke up …
Ryan Brinson 