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Why Should a Banker Play Jazz?

“Ah, it must be Elizabeth! Send her up.” Well, I thought, at least he still sounds the same. “The elevator is right down that hall and to the left, miss,” said the kind face behind the counter. I repeated the floor and room number over again in my head. As...


Wishful Inking – Why It’s Not Just a Tattoo

In a world so often driven by the fear of change, a fear shared by millions and millions of people, another paradoxical fear seems to counter it, stirring the pot of social norms and generations of animosity. The fear of change is undoubtedly paralleled by the fear of permanency; the...


Being Comfortable Being Uncomfortable

For a guy who builds global positioning systems, my dad’s not too great with Google Maps. Big thumbs, small iPhone screen — I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. We’re dropped off in Seekonk, Massachusetts, overstuffed bags in hand, with no idea how to hike to Brown University on...

Caving into Wonder

“I did not see to what extent this little adventure was an allegory to my whole life.” -C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy Exploring a cave is wonderful — in the literal sense of the word — for it allows you, in a way, to be born again. Born again, not...

Mongolian Moments

The soft padding of our footsteps echoes down the staircase behind us. Besides the scuffling of our shoes against linoleum, my host mom and I are silent as we reach the second floor of the school. I take a deep breath and see a short, broad-shouldered man in a collared...

Forgotten Thoughts of Forgotten People

Istanbul Ataturk Airport, 06/28/2016 Baklava… NO! Kunefe! All the deserts that people have not yet discovered the beauty of outside of Turkey pass through your mind, as you board your plane taking you back home to Istanbul. And the desserts remind you about all the drinks. As soon as I...

Sun to Snow

Gazing outside the large, paneled window of my room, I am greeted by a winter wonderland. Fluffy flakes swirl and twirl towards the ground, lighter and softer than I had imagined. Icicles, sleek and smooth, glisten in the wintery light, dangling from rooftops and railings. Coating the tops of the...

Photographing a Mexican Slaughterhouse

As I sat in the taxi, speeding through the winding streets of Oaxaca, Mexico, I thought about my relationship with meat. A spice rubbed filet mignon, a New York Strip with bearnaise sauce, a bacon cheeseburger—all of which greatly increase my quality of life. I’m a firm believer that life...