contact name: Glossolalia Black
Pseudonym: Glossolalia Black
Editor of _Chrome Virgin_, a small, mostly-unknown perzine back in the nineties. The zine can still be found gathering dust at the bottom of the zine rack at DreamHaven, who were kind enough to buy a few even though they know that people don't buy zines anymore.
Currently the editor and sole staff writer for _The Interesting Times_, of which there has been two issues. there might be a third if I ever get off my ass, and if I ever figure out how to publish via .pdf because, after all , it's the fucking 21st century and not, say the age of the fucking mimeograph. (p.s. Mimeography is fucking cool.)
Also currently writing for the notoriously luxe and awesome and lowbrow and wonderful online magazine known as OddCulture.com. My nom de plume is Glossolalia Black. Feel free to stalk me there, too.
I did a year and a half of library science at MCTC, but I ran out of money. And besides, we all know higher education is just a way of avoiding the inevitable slavery and servitude that comes with adulthood and having to pay the loan back.
I think my earliest credential was a cartoon I did, unsolicited for _HOMOCORE_ back in 1990, and my writings as Kewpie for _Not Your Bitch_ back in 1991. I guess that makes me crusty. I guess that means I have street cred. If by cred you mean "no street cred at all".
And those are my credentials.
Oh, and I have a day job temping at a non-profit. But layoffs are soon. If you want me to write for you, pay me some money and I will. Contact info is where you'd expect it to be.
I went to a gifted and talented program at Howard University, but Reagan killed it somehow. I was about 10. They once tested my IQ at 161, but then when I was eighteen they tested it again at 121, so something non-award worthy happened in the years between 13 and 18. I'll leave it to your dirty little imaginations.
I have a certificate for knowing how to program in BASIC from when I was 10.
I have a GED dated December 1990.
I once sang at some horrible open mic thing in St. Paul when I was about twenty two. I hope there are no recordings in existence of it.
I once read a bit of my zine in front of people at the Walker Art Center back in 1994 or so. I was a security guard at the time, and I kept my uniform on and talked about Ground Zero and counterculture bullshit. They payed me $75; the free sushi platters and drinks were the best part. I miss the Walker. God, what happened to the damn Walker?!
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