November 21, 2010
"He looked at the messenger but that face was obscured in shadow and featureless and he knew that the messenger was messenger alone and could tell him nothing of the news he bore."
I am a genre-hopper and like to experiment with voices and style. Deep psychology and hard satire, with a willingness to deal with anything humans have done, no matter how reprehensible. I attempt to push the boundries where pain becomes laughter.
Presently: The VALIS Trilogy; Letters, Journalism and Essays of George Orwell, Vol. 4; 1950 EC Horror Comics (to my children); baseball, boxing and international sociological journalism; a wide-swathing overview of political commentary from every moderate to extremist angle available (at least that I am capable of finding); critcism, reviews and editorials, the latter mostly focused on the topic of public education; my own material, endlessly edited, sometimes terminally revised; other's material, critically, with an editorial eye. I am slowly reading Nabakov's translation of Eugene Onegin, moreso the commentary/index for its arrogant sense of superiority and nastiness even towards Pushkin.
Brutally honest; married, two children; vaguely published. Actively and so far successfully pursuing certified secondary English teacher, interviewing for a transfer job. I seek to find the flaws in everything, which is an often mean-spirited and petty task that obsessively must be accomplished. An equally vicious and self-depricating sense of humor keeps my harsh judgments from becoming gospel in my own mind. I enjoy debate, seeing the crudeness of political debating as my co-favorite professional sport, alongside boxing. Each are gladiator games. Blood sport. It teaches one most of what one needs to know about seperate individuals: both how convincingly they can lie and how insincere they seem when chanting slogans for the masses.