I would like to say that I write because I find it therapeutic. Such a statement sounds simple and sincere, far removed from the zealous ambition and egotism typically associated with that dirty and most unsettling word. Writers. Sadly, I imagine that the truth behind my need to write is far darker than therapy. In fact, I probably just stole that self-assessment from Montaigne or Seneca.
Nonetheless, I certainly enjoy writing. I especially get giddy when I draw connections between philosophy and pop culture. Or, my cheeks get all flushed when I come across either an opportunity to wax poetic about street wise vernacular or also a chance to denigrate the loftiness of upper echelon verbosity. In my view, every subject matter of contemporary life calls for reflection, particularly those moments and feelings which are so subtle and vague and absolutely essential that we hardly notice them.
In recent days I have come to terms with a shameless indulgence in music and happily co-host a weekly radio podcast named Sanguine Soul. When the stars align in my favor I write for the San Francisco Bay Guardian. And, I helped found this little Hydra collective for your reading, listening, and ocular pleasure. You may find me djing around the Bay, playing chess at the Powell and Market tables, practicing the visual craft of writing, or getting lost on purpose. Sometimes I forget to lift my foot high enough while walking and nearly fall to the ground. You may see me do that a lot. You can also find me, and in fact you already have, in the digital world.
contact: mkrimper@gmail.com
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