After nine years at the University of South Dakota, I was informed there was no such thing as "undergraduate tenure track." Dejected, I moved to Minneapolis, where I made the odd and saddening discovery that going to shows at First Ave is somehow more satisfying when followed by a six-hour drive home. Following a two-year experiment in hotel bartending, I realized crossword puzzles while waiting for customers wasn't scratching the word itch like it used to, so I got a haircut and a shave and dressed like a real person and asked CaptionMax for a job.
I have a cat, Moog collection, ashtray, book of Robert Creeley poetry, and an appreciation for the startling.