I tried college. It didn't work. They say those who can do and those who can't teach, which is kind of a mean thing to say about teachers, but it makes me feel nice and fuzzy inside, and teachers have other things to make them feel fuzzy, like paychecks. And this is, after all, America. Actually, this is the Internet, but I have faith you understand what I'm saying. So doers do. And writers write. And if you ask me if I've ever had writer's block, I'm going to pretend I don't understand what you're talking about.
My passion is ...
being difficult, to taste.
I know too much about ...
the highway system between Illinois and Wisconsin.
My parents always told me ...
things that contradicted each other, and the other.
My childhood ambition ...
was to rule the world in some benign capacity.
My favorite memory ...
Who wants to waste time remembering?
Why I write ...
It's all I know. :(
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
French lessons/Democratic primaries/Xiu Xiu
My first job ...
was boring and in the Chicago suburbs.
My best moment ...
did not take place in the Chicago suburbs.
My inspiration ...
is the hardworking people of Southern Wisconsin. Also, my innate stubbornness.
A bilberry, to the untrained eye, is a dark and unassuming little fruit. Growing neat and compact on a shrub barely knee-high, it appears unlikely to add anything substantial to your diet. And there is, of course, the ridiculous-sounding name to get past. You might already be thinking "What the heck are bilberries? Don't you mean blueberries?" European blueberries, that is. Whether you are American or simply unfamiliar, don't be fooled. For many inhabitants of England or Scandinavia the mention of bilberries is likely to conjure up childhood visions of a grandmother hard at work in her kit...
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