Last night, I taught the last college writing class I will teach for a long time. It's true: I sold out to the man and got a desk job at a Law School that resembles Hogwart’s. Staring out of my lovely office window today, I thought about sitting in another office four years ago. Only this wasn’t a lovely office, but rather a sad, shabby cubicle. It was early February 2008. I was copyediting an article on Nam June Paik, one of the first...
