A pseudonym allowed me take it exactly as seriously as it deserved - namely, not at all. I chose to blog pseudonymously partly because I’m an introvert, but mostly because I originally intended the whole blogging thing to be a lark. It was fun while it lasted, but I never want to hear the words “Flarf” or “School of Quietude” ever, ever again. I was a poetry blogger for a while during the Aughts.
Oh, and I was also a customer service representative way back when people still bought things using land-line telephones and glossy four-color catalogs printed on paper and bound with staples.
#Letterspace tutorial portable#
Over the years, I have been, among other things, a typographer, a tutor & substitute teacher for middle school & high school, a singer/songwriter, and a repair technician for Macintosh portable computers. So I have returned to the Twin Cities, for good. But eventually I discovered to my surprise and dismay that to be happy, I need four sharply delineated seasons - especially if two of them are seemingly endless and absurdly brutal in their extremes. Stickers on my suitcase, stamps in my passport. For most of that time, I felt like George Bailey if he had managed to get out of Bedford Falls.
At one time or another, I’ve lived in (among other places) Santa Fe, Salt Lake City, NYC, and PDX.
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