Amazing experience

I know a bunch of you were worried about my no wallet, no HOL situation from yesterday. I appreciate your concerns and kind thoughts. Luckily, the gods intervened, roommate Sarah came to the rescue, and my wallet, my fancy copy of House of Leaves that mathgimp bought me for my birthday, and I were able to attend Mark Danielewski's reading.

First of all, DC "literary" "critics" are douche bags. They were "casually chatting" about the notion of harmony and resonance in Rousseau as filtered through Derrida. Bite me. I hope I've never sounded like that.

Second of all, I realized that I very rarely go places alone that you're "supposed" to go with other people. Sometimes I see movies by myself, but that's about it, really. People (at least these people) spend a lot of time looking askance at all of us solo folks. Again, I invite you to bite me.

Despite the awfulness of my companions for the evening, seeing Mark Danielewski speak was one of the more transformative experiences of my life. The man's a self- actualized genius. His energy captivates the entire room. There are two experiences I've had that compare: seeing Ani DiFranco in concert and seeing Bill Clinton speak. I think it's being in the presence of the real thing. I got to chat with him for a few minutes afterwards, and it's still with me today. It was actually an honor.

If you get a chance to, see the man speak. Seriously.