French Run-Off Preview

After the 1st round of voting took place last Sunday, the centrist Emmanuel Macron and the far-right Marine Le Pen will face off head-to-head next Sunday May 7th to determine who will be the next president of France. To get yourself further up to date, feel free to refer to my post written a few…

French Election: Final Thoughts

We’re a few hours out from polls closing in the 1st round of the 2017 French presidential election. If polls are to be believed, it’s poised to be very close with 4 candidates all in a statistical dead heat in the days leading up to the election. Of the far-left Jean-Luc Mélenchon, the centrist Emmanuel Macron,…

Thank You, Chuck; In Memoriam of a Legend

Since my earliest memories, music has been the single constant in my life. While it may be difficult to believe, I still remember moving into my first home; a charming duplex on an extraordinarily quaint street in Merrimac, Massachusetts. Mind you, I moved into that house when I was thirteen months old. But, to this…

Easy Like Sunday Mornin’

Cliche?! Quite possibly, but that’s what I do!  Im even riding the coattails of a fellow Aardvarkian writing this post! I come out swinging and don’t look back babes! Its been a bit since I’ve dove into the Aardvark, but James had a great explanation about how we are transforming, maturing, finding our voice. I think…

One Aardvark: Charting Course

One Aardvark is almost one year old. When we started this blog–Patrick, Doogs and I–we didn’t really know what it was going to be. Part diary, part hockey-blog, part pseudo-private confessional. Part douchey, part smart, part political commentary. We were just three dudes who go back pretty far and have some good conversations–we figured why…

What a Call Taught Me

I recently responded to call where we were dispatched to a medical aid. “Great” I thought, “Another medical…” “Engine two from fire alarm, that’ll be for injuries from a fall.” “Message received” my captain answer back over the radio. Earlier we responded to another medical where we learned the entire town’s roads were covered in…

Nicholson Baker: The Long Tone

An affable rambler, Baker is loved and hated for taking nothing and turning it into novels. Is his newest nonfiction book, Substitute, an attempt to use his observational prowess for a more practical end? Nicholson Baker is one of the last people you’d expect to find on Twitter. Surprisingly, he tweets often (@nicholsonbaker8). Unsurprisingly, his…

Hitchens: Our Finest Contrarian

To be unfashionable is to be condemned to the friendless fringe. Identify as anything other than “feminist” (as if that word even means anything anymore), and prepare to be crucified. Criticize Hillary Clinton (our defeated “champion”) and prepare to be labelled a sexist, a racist, a xenophobe, etc. Bring up the hard facts and they will fall…

When My World Was Forever Changed

I was in fifth grade when my world was forever changed. My father told my brother and I, “Mommy and Daddy are going to get a divorce.” I’ll never forget the day. Ben and I cried so hard. It was awful. The explanation was even more hard to hear. “Mom and dad don’t love each…

Cabin Mornings

While on terminal leave, I told myself I was going to go to my Aunt Val’s log cabin in New Hampshire as often as I could. So far I’ve been here twice within two weeks, pretty damn good considering it usually takes me eight months and her visiting to get back up here. Each time…

In the Land of the Free

The United States of America. The most feared nation on earth. The greatest nation on earth. A nation built by immigrants. A nation without a national language. One nation under God. A nation full of atheists. A nation that gives its citizens unalienable rights. A nation with issues. A nation with people willing to make…

Deifying Ireland

The other day, amidst a rather chaotic week, I found myself trying to find a stream for the Ireland-Austria World Cup qualification soccer match. It was to no avail, and given the game ended 1-0 it was probably for the better that I spent 90 minutes doing something else. But reflecting upon the day that…