It all began with random fluxations in scalar fields, and now, I am here to torture poets and artists. In order to enhance this compulsive behavior I earned a BA in Anthropolgy and stuttered to a halt just shy of earning an additional BA in Art History. Currently, I spend my days chatting with the most interesting demographics and hooking them up with rides to their very important engagements. I also help plan the transportation services that get them there. I am seeking an institution that will instruct me in the ways of the Ultimate Critics or Library Sciences. I know that data and media are plural.
I live in a dense slurry of Urban Renewal and urban decay. My spare time is spent trying to implement smart growth in a neighborhood that isn't known for being smart or growing. But, they're wrong about us. Just ask the folks down at the bus stop that are waiting for the 72. Life is exciting here in the URA, and I'm vying for a starring role in the night time drama, and the weekend drama...
You probably can't know me. In my youth, I contracted the disease of morbid curiosity. Ever since my initial infection, I have been plagued by a desire to watch Britney Spears videos and quilting shows concurrently. This does not mean I like it. I am a masochist of sorts. My life is slowly becoming a tapestry of pop sensibilities, fusable web, and my true loves that lie on the fringes and refuse to be confined to the surface or appliqued.
