As more and more people I knew filled Perkins last night, I chanced across the idea that if I stayed long enough I would meet myself. Eternal return for me means finding myself again and again in the same coffee shops and Perkins. If I am always in Perkins and always returning, on an infinite […]

Does anyone feel an open call to shovel manure for $12 an hour might go beyond the limits of a student/professor relationship?

A conspicious lack of Cindy in wood skirt exists.