Category: Journal

  • Room Enough to Grow: What Made Me an Atheist?

    This ques­tion came to me from my girl­friend Mea­gan on this past Ask an Athe­ist Day (April 14): What made me seek out athe­ism as my identity? It’s a good ques­tion; for the decade pri­or to becom­ing an athe­ist, I was a “washed in the blood” Chris­t­ian with a “the fool says in his heart, […]

  • A Sick Day Spent in Final Fantasy VII Nostalgia

    Ugh. Just ugh. I’ve been fight­ing a sore throat and sinus drainage thing this week, and today, I was fever­ish when I woke up so I stayed home from work. I hat­ed to do that as I have this com­ing Sat­ur­day off any­way, but I also want­ed to give myself a chance to just recov­er […]

  • A Banner Year for the Beckmans.

    I trust you had a won­der­ful Valen­tine’s Day, if you cel­e­brat­ed it. I spent the day at work, but my lover­ly wife Jade and I found time before­hand — well, dur­ing her lunch break — to go out for lunch at a new­er restau­rant here in town. I ordered a club sand­wich, and it was […]

  • What Is There to Say?

    What is there to say? I think about writ­ing a lot. I read my old posts, reflect upon all of the changes in out­look I’ve had since writ­ing them. When I do think of some­thing to say, I dump it into an all-too-often hasti­ly writ­ten Face­book post, then I call it a day. Face­book “mar­kets” the con­tent […]

  • I’m Still Here

    I am not, though, alto­geth­er sure what here is or what here should be. Of course, that’s always been true; a cur­so­ry for­ay into the archives here will reveal that. Part of me wants to scrap what is past and start anew, but every time I have done that — at least a dozen times across var­i­ous […]

  • A Requiem

    I’m com­ing up quick on my fif­teenth anniver­sary of work­ing at Wal­mart, along with only one oth­er mem­ber of my hire-in group. I start­ed out that jour­ney work­ing in the gro­cery depart­ment, which at my store con­sist­ed of three aisles con­tain­ing some pop, water, soups, cere­als, can­dy, cof­fee, snacks, and lit­tle else. It was­n’t a glam­orous […]

  • Just…


    Some­times I won­der why I use the book­marks fea­ture of any web brows­er. Aside from keep­ing a list of quick-access web­sites in my book­marks bar, any oth­er book­marks end up in a fold­er with hun­dreds of oth­er sites which I’ll like­ly nev­er actu­al­ly get back to. I thought I’d do a bit of curat­ing of my book­marks, […]

  • Christmas 2017 Leads to Science!

    Christmas 2017 Leads to Science!

    The ear­li­est bits of this web­site date to 2003, fif­teen years ago. That’s near­ly half of my life! I keep telling myself that I need to tend to this site (cur­rent­ly called Dammit, Rick!, but who knows what it’ll be called next time I post here), but for the past few years, I’ve been objec­tive­ly lax […]

  • Refusing to Remain Silent

    Test­ing, test­ing. Is this thing on? It prob­a­bly isn’t, but here I am anyway. A lot has hap­pened over the course of the year since I last wrote here. My wife Jade and I cel­e­brat­ed our third wed­ding anniver­sary this month, not with fan­cy gifts but with sev­er­al spe­cial dates over the course of this past week. […]

  • When Hate Hits Close to Home

    When Hate Hits Close to Home

    Racist vandalism hit a local church, and I'm pissed off about it.

Rick Beckman