Today I returned to my alma mater, where I successfully impersonated an expert. In exchange for a speaker's fee, which was donated to my Mysterious Employer, I spoke in front of two classes of digital design students about intellectual property. I frightened them with stories about the NSA, raids on game companies, and tee-shirts that are munitions ( Read more... )

I graduate in nine days. Between now and then, I'm dancing at MEAT, performing at the Thunderdome benefit, taking my finals, and writing approximately 50 pages of international relations academic-speak. This would be a horrible time to wake up with a scratchy throat and a runny nose, wouldn't it ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is the beginning of the end. Tomorrow I walk into the last classes I will ever take as an undergraduate. This is my last chance to do everything I wanted to do in high school, when I was too cool to "join in" or "work with others" or "take initiative." I am old, embarrassingly old to be graduating from college. I feel dumb to have worked ( Read more... )

I can't speak ( Read more... )

Sometimes, if I'm not careful, I make mistakes. The breadth and depth of these mistakes is directly proportional to the number of hours of sleep I have accumulated over the course of the week. After wrenching my sleep pattern into wake-up-at-seven-in-the-morning, I am chronically short of sleep, and not even sneaking out of my foreign policy class ( Read more... )