From the dead white man in me:

Hi everyone,

I am working on an essay about death, absent parents, and poo. I will post it here when it's no longer soufflé-fragile. In the meantime, I will lurk, and comment, and post quotes like this one:

“Magazines that refuse unsolicited manuscripts strike me as lazy, incurious, self-assured, and self-important…. If I were a publisher, I wouldn’t want to put out a magazine that failed to examine everything that turned up.”
-- E.B. White