A Drive to Manchester by the Sea

Earlier I proclaimed my monumental love of Sundays, so in some ways this is a continuation of that post. I went and detailed the GTI today, getting her back to that show room quality appearance, and then proceeded to do what any other car enthusiast does after giving their car a good wash. I went…

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…

Let’s Write Now What We Vowed Not To

When the silver sky of an overcast flurry shows soft through the window, casting fuzzy dull shadows across the furniture and floor, and fat snowflakes career slantwise downward, riding a southern breeze to the slush of the sidewalk, a certain ineluctable sentimentality congregates in the warmth of one’s chest. The heat held in fingers and…

The Trappings of Permanence

Somewhere between arrival and departure, there is time spent. And it is in time spent where the great variance of life occurs, the vacillations. We love a place then loathe it, we step out of ourselves and take things in, then we ebb back into ourselves and shut things out. This period is defined as…

Kinship, Borders, Alone

Monday morning in Canaan, New Hampshire. January 16, 2017. About five o’clock. Pretty dark out, still. I slept hard and fast–the efficient shuteye that comes after a bender. I was awake because the drunk of the day before had worn off, so morning’s pangs of depression were starting to rise up like sewage in a…

On Woods, Raptors and Youth

In my youth, I spent considerable time in the woods. I was lucky to walk out my back door, across the deck, down the splintered steps and have a woodland trail sprawl out at my feet. I would weave through thick oaks and lean on white birch, watching the southern face of my house grow…

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…

Patriots Prediction

Quick post from everyone’s Uncle Doogs!! Aka One Aardvarks resident sports wizard. I’m saying the Pats pick up their 12th win with a score of 13-10. Gonna be a rock fight in those cold conditions! Let’s go TB12!!! Uncle Doogs. Out. 

Pip & Provis

Just about a year ago to the day, I created a Spotify playlist called Pip & Provis. In my vanity, I must write about it. Just kidding, of course, it’s not vanity that particularly motivates me to write about the playlist but rather that I consider it to be something important in my life. Like…

The Arab Spring: Why They Protested

The Arab Spring that began in late 2010 shocked the global community. Observers of the region could have explained the factors contributing to a generally frustrated and restless civilian population, but it is fair to claim that very few anticipated their true strength in number and their ability to mobilize on a mass scale against…