This is the part of the story where it gets scary - for me, at least, not for you, because you weren’t there, fortunately, you’re just reading this and experiencing my misadventures vicariously. But you already have enough worries of your own without me startling you with incredibly well-expressed anecdotes about bears.
My dog has tried to kill me on ninety-three occasions, and I'm not including that one time in Montreal because her heart just wasn't in it. Don't get me wrong - Chloé is not in the least bit bitey, and no doubt she considers violence too artless, pedestrian and vulgar for her tastes.
So in October last year I found myself knowing that I was, yet again, about a month away from needing to rent a reliable Tauntaun simply to get over to the shops, and it made me really annoyed suddenly. I felt a bit frantic, to be honest. I kept going outside as often as I could - not merely to seize the day, but to hug it desperately for all its lingering warmth. That's why I decided to take my dog hiking in New Hampshire.
I don't know why mental health professionals had warned me against ever taking a position of authority because I found it quite bracing. A few things had bothered me, like Harvard's strict rules about not throwing furniture at the people who report to you, no matter how much they might have it coming to them, but any job from which you leave of your own accord instead of being carted out by security can be chalked up as a success in my mind.
I once had a job at Harvard fixing computers. That's not the part that is difficult to explain - well, yes, alright, it's difficult to explain how, with all things considered, I got to be there of all places, but that's another matter - the difficulty lies with telling you what I'm doing now.
I'm an Australian writer now based out of Cambridge, Massachusetts. I founded the ecards site Wrongcards.com in 2008 while working as a computational biological software hacker at Harvard. In the past I have also been a graphic designer, illustrator, creative director, vagabond, bounder and car-park windshield cleaner.
When the world’s most famous skull disappears from its cabinet at Harvard Medical School, suspicion falls on the library’s IT guy, who seems to suffer from pathological problems with authority. More
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