hello from… wherever I’m living at the moment
Listen:
When you’ve been raised in New England on the dry humor of P.G. Wodehouse, everywhere is a bit of a culture shock.
When you spend your adulthood bouncing around parts of the country where they discuss how they’re going to cook their catfish instead of their lobstah/lobster, judge the seasons by the sight of combine harvesters* instead of tall ships, say either “bless your heart” or “uffda” when you make a self-deprecating joke, and chat casually over coffee about the poisonous creepy crawlies they saw instead of questioning (screaming) why you live among tiny poison dinosaurs, you realize that you will always see things as an outsider, a relatively objective bystander.
When you can tap into a college career of studying reading, writing, and human nature (a.k.a. English literature) after initially thinking you’re going to become, of all things, a neuroscientist, you learn to apply that objective outsider opinion to absolutely everything — including yourself.
And that is me.
What is this?
This site is a mish-mash of myself. I have to write ideas down to stop them from rattling around in my head, so my articles are where those ideas go. They’re categorized by how seriously I’m taking myself when I write them. I like to cook, so there’s a collection of recipes I’ve developed, mostly carb-based. I like to bake, too, but that is so much harder to develop from scratch, so I haven’t bothered. I get my fix by re-watching The Great British Baking Show instead.
My real job is marketing, which happened by accident, along with some dabbling in government affairs, which happened on purpose. You can see why I need an outlet. A portfolio of campaigns I’ve created and writing I’ve done for work live here too for good measure.
Specifics, for the curious:
“What do you mean, ‘Hello from wherever I’m living at the moment?’”
So far I’ve lived in…
Germany
New Hampshire
Wisconsin
New Hampshire again
Wisconsin again
Kansas
Georgia
Kansas again
Minnesota
Kansas, again
So who knows where I’ll end up, or even just where I’ll go next. Obviously not me.
*I was almost run over by a combine harvester once. It did not ingratiate me to the Heartland. Ask me about it sometime.