An archetypist

So, as many of you know, I recently dropped out of college in my senior year due largely to intellectual boredom. Since I’m naturally brilliant and have no grand ambitions involving blackberries and mortgages, I don’t see why this is a problem. Most of my friends and family feel differently, though. That’s okay–everyone knows that only plebieans are threatened by life choices that deviate from formula.

Anyway. I have a grand announcement to make. Stop me if you’ve heard it before.

Everyone’s favorite college dropout (moi) has been asked to present a paper AT A NATIONAL ACADEMIC CONFERENCE. Since I no longer have any university affiliations, I get to go as an “independent scholar.”

HAHAHAHA!!
hahaaahaahaahaaahahahaaaaaaa.

This is all Xenith’s fault. That’s how they know me. That old ‘zine is still kicking out the recognition, see.

I’m thinking of combining my three areas of so-called expertise for this paper: the writing/literature of our generation, digital media, and radical politics.

Oh, you didn’t know about the radical politics thing? I don’t talk about it much, it’s true. Remind me to tell you the story with the murder and betrayal sometime.

It’s a gas.