You are not in control of your life. You only think you are!
Do you feel attacked?
Would you rather me spew out words of benevolence, telling you that everything is going to be okay? Better yet, you are in control. You don’t have to waste another minute reading this piece. Click off at any time.
Let a lie be your umbrella.
Sitting in Mr. McManus’ Philosophy class, all those years ago, prompted me into the perplexing debate of determinism and free will.
Do we have the freedom to choose our actions? Or is our idea of free will merely an illusion, governed by external forces well beyond our scope of understanding? …
Surely you remember playing “Snake” on your mother’s Nokia 3310? I had christened the phone “33-Brick” due to its robust nature. You could bounce that phone off the sidewalk and its exterior wouldn't even flinch. And talk about a battery life that was monstrous — 22 hours of talk time with a single charge? Unmatched!
The nostalgia continues with the Sony Ericsson W810i. I have fond memories of my schoolmates and I congregating at the back of the bus to sample the latest Giggs’ album, Walk In The Park.
Like sardines, we would cluster tightly and spend hours trying to send music via Infrared. This was well before the luxury of Apple’s Airdrop feature. If the bus hits an aggressive bump on the road, which consequently jolts your connection, that’s tough luck! …
Do you ever find yourself staring at an old picture and the first thought that comes to mind is, ‘What was up with my hair?’
I had stumbled upon an old snapshot of myself, dating back more than a decade. I was maybe 12 or 13. While I do have a proclivity for changing hairstyles, my fascination with the notion of time offers a far more compelling subject for discussion here.
Time is the common denominator of our existence. It carries immense weight as a measuring stick for how we should lead our lives.
In the short story A Sound of Thunder, Bradbury coined the term ‘Butterfly Effect’ to remind us that small changes in the past can have a resounding effect on events in the future. Prolific British writer H. G. Wells offered another brilliant work of social commentary on the topic in his novel The Time Machine. Not to quibble over the details of these authors, it’s evident that time in itself is significant. Yet we as a society, toss the concept around so frivolously as if it’s something we can just as easily buyback. …
Conspicuous or not, negotiation is intricately woven into our internal landscape. This involves dealing with individuals who are near and dear to us; spouses, relatives, and close friends.
Should I call Domino’s and risk offending my partner, or just heat up the leftover lasagne she was so eager for me to try? Make a scene by the frozen goods section at Kroger, or just wait until both of us get home? Accept a “friend” request from your high school sweetheart, or have 8 years not gone some ways to dampen the heartbreak? All forms of negotiations.
By no stretch of the imagination am I an Agony Aunt, but let’s explore the parameters of negotiation in a love relationship. …
It was 2 am, and the dice was firmly clasped in my hand. As I sat across the table from my opponent (my younger brother), I attempted to channel a posture of serenity, as if to say to him, ‘I’ve got you’.
My bluff was to no avail. We both knew this exchange was nearing its end. A series of bad rolls coupled with a one-way ticket to jail led to the foreclosures of all my properties. A few rounds later, bankruptcy. I would not consider my brother an elite strategist, yet he manages to best me time and time again. For the life of me, I can not decipher how. …
‘Of all places, why did you come to Memphis?!’
‘Umm, free school (Duh).’
Thanks to a gentleman by the name of David Queck, I earned a scholarship to compete and study at the University of Memphis.
During my tenure, this was a common question I was often inundated with as a foreigner trying to navigate their way through the enclave of Tennessee’s second-largest city.
Memphis is a city brimming with a rich history. You only need to venture twenty minutes away from campus to the downtown Beale St. area plastered with tributes to Elvis Presley, B.B. King, Memphis-style BBQ, blues music, and the Civil Rights Movement. …