Vivacious traveler. Staunch iconoclast. Lusty wayfarer.

Kyle Whelliston was all of these things and so much more. Over the course of thirty-one years, he wrote 2,373 articles and essays for various online and print publications, as well as some books. As per his last will and testament, all 2,928,166 of his life's words have been collected here, in one place, for eternal posterity. Keep his flame alive. This is the Whelliston Memorial Library.

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Life and Death in the O-Zone
ATHENS, Ohio — As the final tenths of seconds ticked off Thursday night’s MAC game between Ohio and Northern Illinois, a young man wearing giant earrings and a white “O-Zone” t-shirt rose from his halfcourt seat at the Convocation Center and turned to face the student section.

North Carolina A&T
"Three years ago, I started at A,” said Eaves. “Didn’t start at S, F or B. We started at A, and we’re working our way through.. and we’re doing it the appropriate way, we’re trying to bring in quality people. Things are definitely going in the correct direction.”

Game! Of! The! Night! 1/31/2008 - Murray State at Austin Peay
Hot times in the OVC, the conference that loves conference play so much it drafted up a 20-game schedule, with all 11 teams playing home-and-home with each other. Good thing, too, because it's worth watching Eastern Illinois and Jacksonville State (4 combined wins) battle it out twice just to ensure we get this matchup more than once.

MMBOD Feb 20 - Kevin Gardner - Boston University
Senior Day is a special occasion, a chance for the fans celebrate the careers of your outgoing players one last time. And while preseason America East favorite Boston University hasn't had much to crow about this season (they're 10-15, 7-7), the senior forward pictured to the left had the game of his life (and yesterday's best performance in mid-majordom) against lowly Stony Brook.

The Oilseller
I’m reminded now of the old folk tale, the story of the oilseller.There was once a man who tended a small grove of olive trees. He was, by all accounts, a kind and simple person who had no enemies whatsoever. His wife had died many years earlier, but not before giving him a son. The runoff drained out into a long trough, and he’d pour the resulting oil into great wooden casks.