I study and write urban history; I work at a second-tier university in Cleveland; I live in the suburb that spawned Calvin & Hobbes. I have two kids, a dog, and a spouse. I prefer cherry pie, though. I have posed for Spencer Tunick and run a marathon. The most played song on my ipod is Roam.
As an urban historian, trying desperately to find the city, to find the past, I am also trying to escape the boundaries of academic history. So why not try something different?
Cursed with too little time, and too many mind-numbing practicalities, I have succumbed. Too literal and no longer very dreamy, I want to transcend my time and place--where the unknown don't even go. Send a cryptic quote. Tell me a prophetic story.
Remind me what Cortazar says about Jazz, take me to Borges' Tlon, illuminate a sign passing between Polo & Kahn, or simply read to me from a book in Eco's library.