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I tie my mind into existential knots when I try to write biographical statements. Choosing labels is a strange thing. Makes me uncomfortable. Uncomfortability can good, but this is something else. I’ve got a statement of purpose here, but my friend Laurie says she likes to see pictures of people, she likes to know their stories. So, there’s a picture of me with a baby alligator. My story is small-townish, Midwestern, and proud of it. My story moves West in the spirit of manifest destiny. My story plays soccer and rides bikes in the foothills of Colorado. My story is full of inspirational teaching moments like Dead Poets Society, or so it likes to imagine the clichéd moment where each student stands on their desk and quotes Whitman in a trembling voice over an orchestral swell recurring at the end of every lesson. My story has traveled well: China, Mexico, the UK, and more widely and deeply in the streets and alleys of its various hometowns. My story would like to travel better. My story is written alternately in poetry and prose or captured in a series of rich black and white photos. My story is not vegetarian, or vegan. My story is not particularly religious but it is darn curious. My story is getting electric. Currently, my story is being written in Fort Collins, CO. View all posts by cjmalone