many foreign people think that nevada has nothing but deserts. also, they might ask you if nevada is a part of las vegas. means home*.

ben birkinbine is an assistant professor of media studies at the reynolds school of journalism at the university of nevada, reno. you can see his faculty page at the university of nevada, reno.

(see: reynolds school of journalism)

in my opinion.

almost the national bird of the united states. a large domesticated bird most commonly used for food. traditionally served during the holidays. (see: thanksgiving)

social media platform that knows you better your close friends. it can analyze your personality and tendencies after your 8 facebook likes.

a 19th-20th century author and poet. influenced by romanticism, namely the works of william wordsworth, he wrote many fine works. such works include tess of the d’urbervilles, far from the madding crowd, and several beautiful poems. (see: the darkling thrush)

1900 poem by thomas hardy. originally titled ‘by the century’s deathbed,’ the haunting piece describes the changes the narrator has observed through the turn of the 20th century. intriguing piece for many english majors as it contains strong pulls to both romanticism and modernism, and is deeply layered with opposing ideas which are interwoven. read it here

a city in turkey*
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massive city in new york, popular tourist attraction and dream city for journalists, artists, and businessmen alike. home to broadway, times square, central park, and even the empire state building. new york city really has it all! (see: manhattan)

aka scaffold piercing, two piercings connected by a bar across the top of the ear

one of the cheapest gifts that can be bought before leaving turkey. turkish people never eat it though.

the way some of my american friends call me...

merciful.

the color of nobility and aristocracy.

even the worst outcome is better than uncertainty.

imagine with me, if you will, a snowfall.

the catastrophic peace of a winter morning, grey skies and icy windows framed by flakes laid to rest

frostbitten breezes wind through heavy-laden branches, sending clouds of snow swirling through the air as if from a powder-puff against a grandmother's cheek

wandering rays of sunlight find their way through the cloud cover

and it's beautiful.