When I first set out to write this blog, the purpose was simple. I meant to maintain a scheduled series of posts that I thought would show my commitment to media studies scholarship. It was fun, it was weird, but it was mainly on track until it wasn't.
Many months later, this strange collection of posts has proven to be less consistent than I hoped, but also more interesting. It's a backlog of my emotions through one of the most difficult years in my life, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Looking forward, this June I am returning to Portland and figuring out where my life goes from here. I'm not entirely certain how it will go, but, as I've said elsewhere, I will not forget my time in between college and adulthood. I'll probably keep writing too, in one way or another.
By the way, did anyone else see Sand Castle? Imagine a discount Jarhead and then make it less poignant, and you'll start to grasp at what this story does. I understand that they used less resources, but if I see another xenophobic war movie with characters so shallow they are literally indistinguishable I might go join the Army myself. Sand Castle's ending could copy-paste the last act of American Sniper and become an objectively better film because then at least the warriors would be believably sad.
But I also did not and could not make the movie, so, ya know, props to the folks whose visions were made and whose bellies were filled.