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I'm a writerly dude who talks like a surfer brah mid-bong-hit and spends most of my time thinking about literature, kindness, and armpit hair. The blog was started during my minorly manic quest to do 250 uncharacteristic (and largely demented) things from August 23, 2009 to August 23, 2010.

Moving from Boston: sometime in very late June. Anxiety.

Reading: lots of Joan Didion. Lady was a LIONESS!

Listening to: my hawt '90s Middle School Dance Jamz Pandora station. Every time Savage Garden comes on, I want to get a time machine and ask my crush to dance.

Psyched for: at least a month in Vegas of nothing but writing, before I get settled in Irvine.

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