And so it begins.

An introduction of sorts:

I like to pretend I don't believe in love, if only for the purpose of delusion and protection from disappointment; Sam likes to claim he didn't laugh and cry and feel any wire-walking inspiration from Man on Wire. (Ok, I made up the crying part.) If I never hear the word hegemony again, it will not be soon enough. But if you need to hear some harsh words, "tough love" Sam is your therapist for the minute. Sam microwaves his Pop-tarts; I eat them in any form, from straight from the fake foil to curled from a microwave to beautifully browned from a toaster. Just as long as the edges--my favorite part--aren't burnt, I'll take them any way.

We both have earned a paycheck from walking backwards and can give you a tour of the University of Minnesota in our sleep. Perhaps we have.

And just watch: someday we'll be discovered, if for nothing else than our dazzling personalities...

-M