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“I don’t know if I should start from the top, or the bottom, even though,  either way, I’m going to start from the top.  I’d say that I don’t want to wait for our lives to get over, but I won’t (even though I just have).  I don’t want to have to wait for our lives to get over, because I don’t like the idea that they should have to.  So fuck you, Paula Cole.  Fuck you.”

My name is Dan but I hear that I’d be better received if it was Daniel, which is what my mother and father named me once upon a time.  They must know more than me.  

Either way, I go with Dan because my last name is Lowe and I also hear that having single-syllable names sounds heroic.  

James Bond…  Ayn Rand…  George Bush…  What?

I live in Boston where I …

“I don’t know if I should start from the top, or the bottom, even though,  either way, I’m going to start from the top.  I’d say that I don’t want to wait for our lives to get over, but I won’t (even though I just have).  I don’t want to have to wait for our lives to get over, because I don’t like the idea that they should have to.  So fuck you, Paula Cole.  Fuck you.”

My name is Dan but I hear that I’d be better received if it was Daniel, which is what my mother and father named me once upon a time.  They must know more than me.  

Either way, I go with Dan because my last name is Lowe and I also hear that having single-syllable names sounds heroic.  

James Bond…  Ayn Rand…  George Bush…  What?

I live in Boston where I go to school.  I could say that I’m from Montana where I grew up and where the only house is that I could go home to remains, but I haven’t been there in two years.  Actually, I haven’t been there in a little more than two years.  I’ve stopped paying attention.

I’m studying Philosophy at a school that doesn’t offer a degree in the subject, so I’m having to create one for myself, combining the resources of institutions in the area and hopefully making a name for myself by setting a precedent.

I’m an Existentialist.  They say the movement is dead.

I plan to go all the way to doctorate, and become a professor, and make my career teaching aspiring minds to be brilliant (not how--that’s impossible--but just if they have it in them already).  I’d like to go to Oxford.  Boston College is my immediate step, and one I won’t see for another two years if I stick to the plans I have now (meaning I don’t go there now--I’m an Emmanuel cherib).  I don’t know what those plans are.  One way or another I’ll be educating myself officially at varying institutions of higher learning for the next six-and-a-half years before I go on to spend time hopefully getting educated some more--but getting paid to this time instead of having to pay for it.

So where does writing come into this?  I’ve been the best writer, publically, at every place I’ve been in my life so far.  That’s not to say that there haven’t been better ones, but just that I haven’t seen them, and nobody else has either.  It didn’t mean much early in high school--I had no competition.  It didn’t mean much when I graduated--I was just blooming and everyone else was still in their life-is-pain period, so it didn’t take much then either.  And now, being a Philosophy student, I’m friends with the English talent, but don’t get to see much of their stuff.  They had a magazine though, and I was in it.  I think I make waves with them.  I definitely impressed myself.

I plan to write some day, more efficiently anyway, and all at once.  Right now, I just jot down a lot of ideas and rarely follow up on them.  I do get things done, but they’re mostly academic papers that aren’t even that academic.  I force in hints of my agenda into philosophical rebuttals, but never actually get to organize them how I’d like to.  Actually, no.  I did once, and it was nice.

I want to teach and write, and hopefully be good enough someday that I might teach by writing.  I won’t say that I don’t want my words to be regarded.  I aim to be quotable.

I’ve started writing two books—three if you count the short story that turned out to be twenty pages before I even got out of the introduction.  I’ll probably pump that one out too.  My luck, it’ll be the one that sells.

I know what I’m doing when it comes to grammar and editing, and will approach everything I critique as such, but that doesn’t mean I won’t come at them with a philosophical bias to boot.  You had better be reasonable.  It’s not even a preference I have, but a necessary element you should be living by.

That’s where I stand now.  I’m not professional, as I’ve yet to publish mainstream.  I’ve also yet to try.  I won’t make excuses nor will I claim worthiness before I’m actually worth something, but I do have expectations, and realistic ones at that, and reasonable.

I respect a great deal of people, and in varying amounts so to include as many that deserve it.  The few you might know are Ayn Rand, Daniel Quinn, Kurt Vonnegut, and Brandon Henderson.  The ladder is one that varies, but wouldn’t if he’d get his act together.  What am I saying?  I waste a lot of time too.

My favorite book is “The Society of Others” by William Nicholson.  The next one I’ll read, as I’m writing this, is Zorba the Greek, by Nikos Kazantzakis.  The one I want to read most is the one I dare to finish myself.

I want to write fiction, but spend more time discussing philosophy.  A professor once told me (among others) to write so complicated even scholars will spend years talking about you because they’re just trying to figure it out.  I like easy ways, but want them to be real.  The theory I’ll be known for will one day be called, Circumstantial Practicalism.  I’ll show how the Existentialist is alive and well.

I’m also in love with a girl.  I haven’t been for that long but suspect I will be for a long time to come.  I’m terribly romantic, hence the “shout-out” to her, as the kids say.

Ha.  ”The kids.”  I’m 19.  I’ll be 20 in January.

I might be inclined to say a great deal more about her, but I won’t.  She’s mine and you can’t have her.  Oh, and she’s blonde.  That’s a given.

So that is that, I suppose, and as you’ll have discovered by now, I’m also long-winded.  But I do like to be heard.  Oh, won’t you listen.