Mississippi. It's cool, but New Orleans will
always be home no matter what.
I'm working on a PhD in Rhetoric at the University of Minnesota,
which, contrary to popular belief, does not make me a deceitful or
artful user of language. What it does mean is that I teach college
freshmen how to write, even though there really is no such thing,
and I study how to teach them to do it, as much as that is
possible. I happen to like college freshmen quite a bit. They're
lovely people. Thus, I have the best job in the world.
I feel like I should also say up front that I defend my PhD this semester which means I'm on the job market, which also means the real possibility that I might have to move within the year. We'll see. One never knows how these things will turn out, you know? And in the meantime, what harm could there be in meeting people?
I transferred from a creative writing program, and we won't get
into that right now because I'm pretty sure you don't want to have to read a rant.
I once lived in a house with a couple of veterinary students, and pet-wise it was a crazy house with like 5 cats and 2 dogs. Sometimes I still miss it.
Back in the days of yore, OKCupid told me I was more "radcliffy"
than most. I took it as a compliment, though I didn't agree. You
should see my desk, for example. I suspect it all had something to do with the fact that I went to a snooty prep school.
Except for the fact that I curse like a sailor, I have perfect
manners. Again, prep school.
I'm more interested in questions than answers, and in starting
points and processes than end points and results. Life is situated and emergent, and while I recognize that limits and boundaries are necessary, I think we shouldn't let them overdetermine who we are and what we're in the constant process of becoming.
In related news, Descartes and Plato can totally kiss my ass.