I was born in Tucson Arizona in 1982. That would make me 26 years old as of this writing. To sum up my life would be an impossible task. The condition of recollection is one of continual reassessment and defeat and a hellish sense of passing. I think to be able to recollect one's life and sum it up somehow is akin to the ability to stop thinking, a skill that many practices of meditation hold a central goal. But this is a skill that can be said to be mastered by very few people and I fear I am not one of them. To put it more bluntly I think the only one who can summarize a life is death. A certain amount of violence perhaps needs to be inflicted before the thing can be studied.

I was educated at CCNY in New York City, where I fell into studying literature which was mind expanding and indeed expanded my mind so much that eventually my mind burst and now I don't have what can properly be said to be a mind. I have a body. Certainly my body cannot be expanded to much at least not to the point of explosion without my demise. But the mind is a mere play upon the stage and it can be anything. And the body goes on more or less. How many times have you seen a performance that requires the destruction of the building I mean the theater it's in?

I also studied literature at Jesus College, the University of Oxford. They named the library after me there. Not much of a library (the media collection of the Jesus College graduates) but all library nevertheless. I myself started that library when I left him a bunch of DVDs when I left. They kept adding DVDs to the collection and soon it was a library that bears my name.

Now I am a mere creator, adrift in the wide world of human activity. I would like to call myself an artist and philosopher but such words have nowadays taken on the kind of candy dimestore meaning will become a kind of kitsch. You realize after a while that there's really nothing to say.