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[themorningnews]

Why it’s the duty of every white American to burn a Confederate flag.

[erikonymous]

I recorded an EP. If you're interested in listening to it, go to these places: Bandcamp Soundcloud Spotify, iTunes, and a host of other sites to follow soon. I haven't used social media for self-promotion often (hasn't been much to promote, really), but I am going to be promoting this over the next few weeks. I hope it doesn't become annoying. If you like it, I think it would be very cool if you reblogged it.

[themorningnews]

Since I know my father’s history, and his general interest in aviation, I’d invited him to accompany me on a trip to Floyd Bennett Field, New York City’s first municipal airport.

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designed by Erik Bryan and Jennifer Daniel for The Morning News. 

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Erik Bryan

Editor

Asked: 3/23/2012 at Whiskey Friday at The Onion

Erik Bryan lives in Brooklyn with a large orange cat. He excels at entertaining himself. Erik, not the cat.

Zelda games

The Morning News

Twin Peaks

James Joyce

Katharine Hepburn

rocking out

Bulleit bourbon

social justice

New Orleans

whatever the opposite of listing favorite things is, but not listing things you hate, because that's equally frustrating

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[hillbillyplease]

What I thought about instead, while I sat there in a pew under a 300-year-old roof, was how I lost my faith at such a young age, but have never really looked back, and is there something wrong with me? (I don’t think so, but how would I know?) I thought about how loud the roar of Northern Boulevard was just outside the windows, and how much quieter (and therefore holier) it must have felt in this room a century before. I thought about the initials carved into the pew in front of me next to the pictures of what looked like the boat from the movie Jaws and what was either a robot or a child’s approximation of the human form. I thought about singing “100 Bottles of Beer” to myself and immediately discarded the thought because of how tedious it would be to me. I thought a great deal about the Zelda game I’m currently working my way through and how I would have preferred to have been playing it right then. I wondered how often someone farted audibly in one of these meetings. I thought about cracking my knuckles, one of my nervous habits, but refrained due to the attention it might have drawn to me. I listened to the HVAC kick in and clang as it struggled to heat the old hall. I thought about the novel draft I’ve been revising and doing research for, and how terribly tiresome it all is, and what a cheap hack I am, because I like to punish myself. I thought about all of the family I saw over Thanksgiving, and how dearly I love them, and how tragic was our loss in September when our grandmother passed. I thought about her faith as a Southern Methodist, and how little she ever tried to convince any of us to believe as she did and how either strong or respectful that was on her part. I thought about my other grandma, who’d helped raised us after our parents’ divorce, and how she passed back in 2004 and how I wish I’d been closer to her as an adult. I thought about the space left in our family by her absence and how I’ll feel it again when I’m home for Christmas in a few weeks. A hundred other thoughts came and went just as blithely as I sat there in the uncomfortable silence around me.