An Ode to Tyler Trent

A boilermaker is a person who “makes boilers.” It is also a shot of whiskey followed by a beer chaser. And a Purdue student or alumnus.

Tyler Trent was all of these things.

He made boilers; that is, he contributed to the heating of a crowd as they bubbled into a vapor of cheers (see: Purdue vs. Ohio State, October 20th, 2018). He was a hot shot of whiskey whose road ended in the warm comfort of grain and yeast. And, of course, his story will contribute to the backbone of the Purdue community for years to come.

Simply put, Tyler Trent was an inspiration. But Tyler’s story is far from simple. Tyler was a warrior, a fan, a writer, an analyst, a critic, a force to be reckoned with. Cancer had to try twice before it took terminal hold on the third attempt.

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Resolutions 2019

Hey everyone! It’s been awhile since I posted a proper “blog post” not otherwise distributed by one of my several outlets of employment. Last year, I posted a list of the things I would remember about 2017. This year, similarly, there are moments of fondness that I will hold deep to my heart, but for the purposes of my own mental health, I’ve compiled those into a list on my phone, and they mostly represent the accomplishments and projects that I have embarked upon this year. I’ll keep that private. Here are my own resolutions for 2019. I don’t usually list them for myself in such a firm format, but hey, it couldn’t hurt to see what I actually get done this new year once it’s come and gone; since no one reads these things anyways.

  1. Cut out nicotine. I mean, it’s freaking time. I feel very accomplished this year after quitting the smoking of cigarettes, but my reliance on my vape as a result is totally out of hand. I’ll be switching over to a new device called MONQ in 2018, in an effort to live a little healthier.

  2. Curse less on the internet. I’m not totally committed to this one as fully as I’m sure my family and employers might hope. It’s who I am, and as my boyfriend so lovingly puts it, “part of my charm.” So y’all will definitely still hear me go into fits of swearing and rage on Under Further Review. That will not change. But in addition to my ardent effort to keep my Twitter clean of things that could potentially hurt me later, I’m going to try to call it quits on the Fuck bomb. Suggestions to fun and creative words that allude to its use are welcome. We’ll see how long this one lasts.

  3. Listen to my body when it wants sleep. I have a habit of hanging out with my friends too long, or chilling with Michael when he’s working because I miss him and we never see each other during the work week. The next day is always dreadful. I’d say I’ve slept about 650 hours in 2018, which sounds like a lot, but is definitely not enough. And adderall is only so effective. Should probably try to cut out that stuff too.

  4. Get out of the bar and into school or a job that is relevant and productive to my greater interests. I think that’s all I need to say about that.

  5. Be more vocal about my needs and desires. Even if it means being disliked. After being promoted in October to the general manager of my bar, I’ve done a lot of holding back, both professionally and personally, so that I don’t seem needy and so that my employees don’t dislike me. Only recently have I begun to see the merits and respect that can come from speaking my mind and my heart, as stupid as that sounds. If my passion is to be sharing others’ truths, I should definitely work on sharing my own.

And, boom. That’s that.

Spire & Co: Paige Jimenez

I had the WONDERFUL treat of sharing a meal with master chef and top model Paige Jimenez last month! AND I got to write about it for an AMAZING women’s publication, Spire & Co! What an INCREDIBLE opportunity! I’m so excited that I can’t stop USING CAPS!

Here’s an excerpt:

“The path she’s chosen is not, and will not ever be an easy one. “Do not feed the models.” We’ve all heard the trope. Despite the fashion and beauty industries having been more progressive in the recent past as a whole, opening runways to models of all shapes, sizes and colors, there is still a stigma surrounding models regarding their appearances, attitudes and lifestyles. And then, there’s Paige Jimenez, using her modeling platform to humanize the silhouettes that we see on the runway. Her success as an industry beauty has led her to her passion for cooking and food, and she hopes that her dual-passions can be an inspiration to young women everywhere, and help to de-stigmatize the industry that has given her a platform to achieve her dreams.”

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HOUSE OF CARDS Season Six Disarms Womankind

*This review will not include overt spoilers for season six of House of Cards and will only discuss the effectiveness of its plotlines, both new and old.*

It’s early morning, still dark, on a quiet street on the outskirts of Washington DC. Several large brownstones line the sidewalks. Here is where the almost-elite exist. Wealthy families with a particular allotment of stature, all in a row. Frank Underwood is outside his property. He stands over a wounded neighborhood dog, placating him. We’ve heard the crash, but don’t know the severity of the animal’s condition. Frank does. He grew up on a farm in South Carolina, and euthanasia is not too foreign or drastic a concept for the politician. He explains this to us—his first of many soliloquies to the camera in the diary that represents his rise. Sirens blaze in the distant image, as officers discuss the implications of the hit-and-run with the dog’s masters.

“There, no more pain…” he consoles the shepherd as he liberates him from his anguish.


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A Star Is Born… Well, Reborn Once More

One scene remains constant throughout the A Star is Born films.

It’s been a long night. There’s been music and drinking and a hint of romance. It’s the most excitement she’s experienced in a long time—possibly her entire life. For him as well. The hour isn’t so surprising for him, but the company has been nothing short of extraordinary. Still, the misty early morning haze has erected a screen over the enchantment, and it’s time to call it quits. As she walks away at the conclusion of the escapade that both of these characters will fondly remember for their entire lives, he calls to her:

“Hey!” he shouts. She turns.

“I just wanted to take another look at you.”

She smiles, amused and bashful, and retires to her abode. There will be many other moments like this between these two soon-to-be lovers. But this moment, little do they know, will begin their story of epic passion. Their lives together may have challenges. Their love will be abundant, seamless, unbothered.

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The Toast of the Town: Hudson’s, an Island Tradition

Settled on a tiny peninsula overlooking Hilton Head’s Skull Creek is a restaurant built on what was once called “the shell pile.” The Hudson’s poured fill dirt and concrete slab onto the heap of shells from their packing facility. In the 1920s, this little corner was all docks. Now, a century later, it is home to the island’s greatest treasure.

When I arrived at Hudson’s Seafood on the Docks on an early Wednesday morning for this interview, the restaurant was not yet opened. I called my subject to see where he was.

“Hi! Come around the back! I want to show you something!”

Curiously, I wandered to the rear of the building, up the ramp to the dock. A barback preparing for a day’s service motioned me towards a tall white boat. I was greeted then by the firm handshake and sun-kissed features of Andrew Carmines, Hudson’s owner and general manager.

“I’m so glad you could get here this early! I thought this was a good place to start. Check this out—today’s load in just got here.”

Roughly a thousand pounds of fresh shrimps were bagged up on the boat.

“We hope to have these on plates today.”

I was stunned. Never before had I seen Hilton Head’s freshest and finest local shrimp in such a large quantity. He was right. This was the perfect place to begin our interview.

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LWOS Life: Netflix and Chill–The Vintage Way

I remember the first time I stepped into my now boyfriend, Michael’s, apartment. He was having our friends and coworkers over to play cornhole on his roof. There was football on the flat screen in his living room. I wandered up to the T.V. to catch the score. That’s when I saw them—for the first time in almost ten years. The red and white envelopes on his entertainment unit stood out like pimples that have scarred and just won’t go away no matter how many times you try to pop them.

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LWOS Life: Pride and Prejudice and Lipstick: How the Stigmas of Past Political Women Have Set the Stage for Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez

Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has become widely known in the last two weeks for three things: her victory in the New York congressional primary over ten-term veteran Joe Crowley, her doing so without any help from the mainstream media, and the fact that her signature red lipstick is currently sold out at Sephora. Provided her expected win this coming November, Ocasio-Cortez will be the youngest woman ever to be elected to Congress. She has no prior experience holding political office. She describes herself as a democratic socialist, the complete opposite of our currently dominant representation as a nation. And she’s from the Bronx.

Backlash surrounding Ocasio-Cortez and her platform has been minimal, probably due to her lack of presence in larger media outlets, which keeps her safely tucked away from the slander of the Right. But Ocasio-Cortez has clearly taken notes from those women who proceeded her in political roles, with the help of the mainstream media that she has mostly avoided. Her rookie status on the political scene can only help her, as we saw Hillary Clinton recently slaughtered by attention to her past. Her femininity has a similar benefit, as she garners the respect that was paid to former politically surrounded women like Jackie Kennedy. Her resilience commands accolade, like that of the slandered former governor and vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin. All of these qualities fall under the stigma of what Joseph Roach calls the “it” factor—the only stigma necessary to being a successful woman in office.

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LWOS Life: A Bartender’s Lament: Why I Left The Bar Business, And Then Ran Back Screaming‬

‪“What’s the cheapest thing here?”

Don’t do it, I plead with myself. Don’t say “you are.” He doesn’t know any better.

“I have Bud Light bottles for seven dollars.”

“SEVEN?!”

DO NOT DO IT. DO NOT REMIND HIM THAT HE IS IN AN UPSCALE MIDTOWN MANHATTAN BAR AND INFLATION IS TO BE EXPECTED.

“Sorry, love. I don’t have any control over the prices here.”

“Fine. I’ll just take one.”

He puts down $7 exactly. The last dollar is in quarters.

Now, before I continue, this is not just another “bartender pet peeves” piece. I’ll try not to bore you with my minuscule gripes against the generally ignorant middle-aged white guys of the finance and business spheres. When I left the bar business, I was in the midst of an angst-filled rampage, and I’ve been over all of my industry qualms already with my boyfriend, my other industry friends, and my coworkers from the toxic job I walked out of mid-shift in January.

I try not to quit things, and I had never before left a position before without giving a proper two weeks notice or on negative terms. This behavior was new to me. I dramatically bid farewell to the industry that had provided me a primary source of income over the course of ten years after a last-straw altercation and only after locking down a minimum wage-paying internship; a nine-to-five, a “real” job.

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