Were I duplicitous and talented enough I could convince you I’m anything: a ninth grader with body image issues . . . a divorcee with nothing left to live for . . . or a graduate student about to hit the job market. This entire blog could be an elaborate scam designed to evoke undeserved sympathy from you. To wit:
How do you know I’m a cancer survivor? I’ve mentioned it a couple of times. But am I to be trusted? —Scott Eric Kaufman —A Post in Two Parts: The First Will Bore You; The Second, Infuriate (Acephalous)
Creating textures for background buildings in a medieval theater simulation project. I can always improve…
Nothing in this stack is pressing, but they do include rough drafts of final papers,…
Here’s the underlying problem. We have an operating image of thought, an understanding of what…
Representing the Humanities at Accepted Students Day.
The daughter opens another show. This weekend only.