Me

I don't know that I want you knowing anything about me. I mean, who the hell are you? Besides, "about me" pages are so 1997, and I am nothing if not "with it".

I spend much of my time as a TA or an instructor. There -- you can know that. This means that I am a grad student. My grad school career so far (seven years, give or take a couple) has involved:

a) getting up on 4 hours' sleep in order to save Â£2 on bus fare
b) being caught in a bar fight
c) throwing up as the direct result of doing nothing for a week but read derrida (which i love)
d) buying forty beers at an offie and selling them to strangers on brighton beach
e) having a professor throw a book (which bounced off) at my head
f) watching chemistry grads wrestle in green jello
g) constant petty humiliations
h) periodic moments of great teaching-related joy
i) getting offered drugs by professors
j) not managing to see the undergrads' yearly first-rain naked run (yet)
k) buying donuts on campus on 4/20 from enterprising young people
l) getting to write a master's thesis on the subject then dearest to my heart, while living in a lovely town by the sea
m) briefly becoming a student movement's resident zombie make-up expert (actually i think i still am)
n) using lady gaga (quite successfully) as a pedagogical tool
o) once forcing 25 tweens to show up to class on hallowe'en in costume
p) getting to know academic backstabbing up close and personal
q) giving pretty random conference papers in pretty random places
r) finally getting to work on science-fiction
s) being pulled over by six-seven nervous CHP officers, pulling guns on me over a misunderstanding
t) finding creative ways to put off taking my preliminary exams
u) a lot of video gaming
v) two existential crises
w) the discovery of many wonderful tv shows and comics that have slight bearing on my work really i swear x) stress and comfort i'm almost out of letters. hmm. oh well, i never pretended to be good at website design, site ontology, or sensible content....
Anyway, here's something else you can know: this website exists only for the .plan. The rest is just a placeholder. A plaaacehooolder! Actually, if I had the time, I could go dig up the files from my old website (there was a vaguely funny thing about jÃ¤germeister), but I don't have the time. Or the inclination, really. Honestly, given blog culture, I'm not sure what a personal website is good for anymore EXCEPT hosting the .plan.
Also: the domain name is an old, old joke from a galaxy far far away - a galaxy full of young maidens traipsing through verdant meadows on the way to trysts with their lady loves, of abstract art you could spin on for fun, of bear-claw-scarred professors in impeccable suites smoking cigars and talking about nietzsche, of early experiments with unix, of radioactive hamsters rampaging through stories and threads and occasionally drowning in the pool. blasts from the past.