An ode to the SAB

At best, the food was mediocre; at worst, each visit brought us one step closer to a disastrous, inevitable food poisoning episode.

a reflection on a reflection on hackMIT

you know, a few months ago, i wondered if i would be you.

hypothesis: i will no longer be a child when i stop praying for snow.

it was like you were everywhere at once, swishing and twirling and tapping and gliding and — almost flying.