For those who don't know (and most readers do at this stage), here's a little story about me. A memoir, if you will.

I was born, like most, at a young age, grew up feeling more like a social pariah than I really was, and hated my hometown--Milford, Delaware. I got out when I was 18, and came to the big city for school. After three years at American University as a Literature major and a theatre freak, I graduated with some honors, and a strange sense that I wasn't done with school yet. I then went to work for a year as a jack-of-all-trades at a collection agency (although I never actually did any collections), I realized that while the job was offering great material for fiction, it wasn't my cup of tea.

I started graduate school at Maryland in 1996. On my first day of classes, I sat in a class with Orrin Wang, realized there were words on the syllabus I didn't even understand, and went home and cried. Then later that week, I walked into a modern drama seminar, sat down next to my future wife, and across the table from my future advisor, Brian Richardson. Seven years later, (almost to the day) from that day in Susquehanna Hall, I will defend my dissertation on life writing in contemporary feminist drama, while at home, Ann, my wife of almost four years, best editor and best friend, is holding in her belly what will soon be our first two children.

So, yeah, it's gonna be a big fall: I'll be a newly minted PhD, a new father, and first-year Assistant Professor of Writing at George Washigton University. Not much going on, really.

So in this blog I will write about:
Good, bad and punny album titles for records I'll never record (see last entry)
What the last few weeks of graduate studentdom is like
What being a first year composition professor is like
What being a first-time father of twins is like
The usual political screeds.

Since I'm generally unfamiliar with the conventions of the weblog, I'll surely be learning new tricks, and am generally looking forward to being a part of a wordherding community.