East Anchorage transplant: Life on the other side

  I’m not new to Anchorage. In fact, in the five years I’ve lived here full time, I’d argue that I’ve managed to explore more...

Valentine’s Day: The annual struggle

  “Love, sex, and Valentine’s day,” I read aloud to my girlfriend with mounting dismay. “It’s the same damn topic every year, no matter how...

Moving out: An ode to labor

I’ve never given much thought to moving. In my four years in the dorms, I never stayed long in any one place, preferring instead...

The post college experience

As a freshman, I was often naively irritated by the non-traditional students in my classes. While everyone in my cohort was within a couple...

On the subject of Anchorage housing

When you’re in your twenties, the places you live tend to be contingent upon low cost and little else. While I could summarize the...

An ode to the Templewood

In college, you tend to gravitate towards a social group based on mutual interests. In my case, the common denominator is a love of...

Nearing the end: A look back and nervous glance forward

  13 weeks. By a rough estimate, that’s the imprecise remainder of time in which the excuse of being a college student is sufficient to...

Finals stress; reflections of a weary senior

The last two weeks are always a chaotic mess for me. Even when the rest of the semester has run smoothly and fallen into...

In search of employment, housing, and other milestones of adulthood.

It’s quickly becoming that time of year where I begin making the difficult decisions that shape my summer months. Who signs my paycheck? Do...

Powder runs and spring slush; an unexpected comeback for Alyeska

Halfway up the stairs to my bedroom I came to a grinding halt soaked in sweat, desperately trying to squeeze another couple of vertical...

My final outdoor class (for now)

Friday marked the last field day of my backcountry ski course with one final trip to Sunburst, in Turnagain Pass, in hopes of a...

Four years of campus housing; a fond(ish) farewell

As I near the end of my stay at our high class campus housing, I feel the need to reminisce on my time here....

Backcountry medicine and other ramblings

So over spring break I eschewed the normal range of college break activities, such as drinking (too poor), studying (too lazy) and vacationing at...

The Walking Shred: an adventure in Alaska’s backcountry

  My backcountry ski course met way too damn early the Friday before spring break, loading the bus with what seemed to be enough gear...

A backcountry getaway

It’s been a rough year to be an outdoor enthusiast. Alyeska is a rock-ridden sheet of ice, the flu dashed my hopes of climbing...

(Please don’t) Be my valentine

Valentine’s Day: that dreaded “holiday” which brings all the worst aspects of romance together in one soul-crushing day of chalky candy hearts and a...

Shake, sit, cry: The dark side of dog-sitting

As a broke college student, sometimes you have to do things you’re not proud of. The type of dirty, non-taxed, under the table type...

Internships, illness, and the long road to employment

As an underclassman you have a very uneducated view of what goes in to being a college senior. “Sure, you naively assume, I mean...

An Alaska vacation on the cheap

I’m a broke college student. That’s the answer to your impending question of why on earth I’d go on vacation to Homer in January. I...

The Lake Louise Swim Team: Part 2

I left off last time with the story of five frozen college students who had plunged three snow machines through the ice at 20...

The Lake Louise swim team: Part 1

This summer, a group of friends took an RV filled with 12 people up to Lake Louise, promptly sunk it in a gravel lot,...

Orange Rhymes With: A weekend at sea

In a last-ditch attempt to obliterate any chance of passing my few remaining midterms I decided to make the obvious decision to take sea...

Orange Rhymes With: Anchorage gets plundered: Pirate Pub Crawl 2014

I’ve never been a big fan of bars. With the exception of the beer itself, they’re typically filled with loud drunks, dancing, desperate singles...

An ode to my fallen car

Once upon a time there was a baby-faced, poorly dressed high school boy who got his first car, and it was the most beautiful...

Moving pains of a starting semester

A well-meaning column rife with clunky metaphors and horrible advice, Orange Rhymes With is the go-to place to break the monotony of classes and laugh at someone else’s misfortune.

Filling the Freezer

There exists a foolproof loophole in the standard of journalistic integrity that this column generally tries to live up to; fishing stories. The beauty of...

ORW: The recreational vehicle incident

As a general rule, I try to find an upside in everything. I may not be happy about it, I may view it through...

Professional team building and other nonsense

There’s nothing worse than an obnoxious coworker. See, if it were an awful family member, then the most you have to interact with them is...

Employment and Everything After

So my never-ending quest to find employment has finally ended, and my status as a mangy, unemployed hobo has finally been revoked. Well I...

Life on the couch

As we enter the second installment of my life as a transient hobo, things have begun to get weird. Though I’ve been bouncing around between...