The Afternoon was Silent with Sleep
By Jessica Ryan


The porch floorboards creaked beneath Grandpa's oak rocking chair in a comforting rhythm, setting the pace to violin hind legs of the chirping crickets that littered the tall grass left uncut for yet another summer. This consistent symphony played in unison from dawn, when the youthful first sunbeams of the morning white-washed the open sky, until the rays grew weak and sank into the Appalachian horizon. He began this daily ritual wh... read more

The following is what I wrote to someone that just had to comment on the picture of me in my undies:


I think it is important that I inform you that I did not at all appreciate your comment about my picture I have posted on my profile. Those pictures are not posted for the pleasure of random men. Please keep your comments to yourself. If your intentional use of Tribe.net is to check out pics of girls and leave inappropriate comments, please take a minute to reconsider what it means to abu... read more

For the past 2 years, I've been the assistant to the Center Camp Cafe Volunteer Coordinator, Danger Ass aka Hell Yeah. I love being on the playa for setup week proir to the festival - the culture and experience is all the more intimate and exciting. I spent most of my time working at the Cafe and partying at the DPW Ghetto. Although both years have been the best times of my life, I am really upset that the festival does not show their gratitude for the hard-working volunteers that build the c... read more

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The porch floorboards beneath Grandpa's oak rocking chair creaked in a comforting rhythm, setting the pace to violin hind legs of chirping crickets that littered the tall grass surrounding the base of our house. This consistent symphony played in unison from dusk, when the lawn appeared like a misty pillow swirling along the youthful first sunbeams of the morning until the rays grew weak and sunk into the Appalachian horizon. He began this daily ritual wh... read more

Online and the Border Line

By Jessica Ryan

American singles such as myself are often bombarded with offers from dating services through numerous mediums of media. For example, television commercials for Lava Life feature smiling 20-something adults laughing as if to say that this dating service can make the love lives of singles easy and joyous. Similar to telephone services, online services offered by Match.com and Yahoo.com promise equal ease and although I have never us... read more