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It has been brought to my attention that the last time I updated my "official bio" was five years ago, and in addition to the outright fabrications it contains, it is full of no longer accurate information. Therefore I present you with an updated biography of me, c. summer 2008,

My name is Leonard Pierce. I am the fourth person in my family so named, due to an ongoing dearth of creativity amongst the males. I was born in Phoenix, AZ and lived there for 24 years, at which point I moved to Chicago, IL, a place I still consider my home. I have also lived for brief periods in suburbs of Los Angeles, CA; Minneapolis, MN; and Dallas, TX. I currently reside in San Antonio, TX, where I do not like it.

Although I anticipated dying, or at least no longer aging, sometime around my late 20s or so, I have in fact continued to live, and have reached the ridiculous and laughable age of 38 years. August 7, 1969 was the day I was born, making it mathematically probable that my parents engaged in the sexual act that led to my conception on the night Richard Nixon was first elected president of the United States. Whether they did so in despair or celebration is not known to me. I was adopted when I was two days old; my biological father was Saudi Arabian, but my adoptive parents are Alabamians, and bestowed upon me a southern accent which sometimes emerges when I am stressed out or drunk. I'm an only child, and as of this writing, both my parents are still alive, but I have essentially no contact with the rest of the family. Which is fine with me.

I was a bright kid, but lazy. I went to a Lutheran school for grade 1-8 (I didn't go to kindergarten), where I learned that studying catechism was good preparation for absolutely nothing. I then attended Glendale High School, where I failed to graduate, and I went on to not graduate from Glendale Community College and Arizona State University. Of all the schools from which I failed to graduate, I'd say my favorite is Harvard, but in fairness, I also failed to attend that school. I sometimes refer to myself as an autodidact, although that's really just cover for being broke and lazy but intellectually curious. Like many self-taught people, I am intimidated by actual academics, which is probably why I am friends with so many of them, because I like being scared by my friends. I don't think I'm a good person, but if you think you're better than me, I will go to great lengths to establish that you are not. This is the central contradiction of my life.

Since the default setting in the US seems to be white-Anglo-Saxon-Protestant-male-heterosexual, it might be worth mentioning where I stack up in these arbitrary categories. I am either white or half-white, depending on whether or not you consider Arabs to be white. I do not like to self-identify as white, because I dislike the notion of being affiliated with white privilege, but some people find this pretentious and others offensive. More power to them, I say. I am likely not Anglo-Saxon at all; even my adoptive parents are Hibernian mutts. I was raised Protestant (Southern Baptist, to be precise), but I later became an atheist. I wouldn't say I'm a 'militant' atheist, but I do find all forms of religion, spirituality, and magic to be equally ridiculous and more than faintly embarrassing. I am male, as much as that means anything, but I am ceaselessly annoyed by the normative depiction of males in television commercials. I consider myself a feminist but am in total agreement with anyone who finds that laughable. Vide Gore Vidal, I believe that 'homosexual' and 'heterosexual' describe acts and not identities, and to use those words as definitions -- let alone definitions that form the basis of discriminatory laws -- is absurd. That said, ladies are pretty and men are gross.

When I was younger, I used to get into fights a lot, and I've spent a few days in jail. Nowadays I don't do that so much, or indeed at all. I do enjoy drinking, though -- a lot. I am a drunk, but I am not an alcoholic; this distinction may be meaningless or foolish to you, but to me it is sacred. Liquor is one of the greatest things in all the world, and as a pleasant way to kill time, getting drunk is second only to fucking, and for many of us, it is a much more readily available option. I also enjoy a variety of drugs, most particularly marijuana, but I have also had a good times with painkillers. I like eating, as evidenced by the fact that I am fat, and my taste runs towards the highbrow, but I can also eat crap with the best of them.

I live alone, which is my choice and my curse. I find that I miss some things about cohabitation, but the ability to smoke weed at any time of day and compensate for my horrible insomnia by driving around aimlessly in the middle of the night, plus the charming habit of talking to myself, more than makes up for the fact that I'm going to die alone and unloved. About half the women with whom I have had long-term relationships are also LiveJournal members. I like to think that the other half were so traumatized by losing my love that they never bothered to master the internet, and now live in caves in the Himalayas and eat bugs. Also they have tear-stained photos of me, about which they write bad poems. I joined LiveJournal so I could post comments on calamityjon's site. Please don't ask me anything about Facebook, MySpace or any of those other social networking sites or I shall cry.

Politically, I am very far left. I used to be a communist, until I turned 21, and then I was an anarchist for a while (bottle-throwin', mask-wearin', the whole bloody lot), but that turned out to be pretty lacking in any kind of practical application. Now I'm essentially a far-left social democrat; I have gone from utterly loathing capitalism to merely thinking it should be kept on a very tight rein, like a rabid mule. I think neo-conservatives are the worst, but libertarians and Objectivists are the funniest, political strains in America. I diverge from leftist orthodoxy on a number of issues, most especially gun control, but really, anything that soaks the rich and makes white people nervous, I'm fine with. Politics, as a rule, makes me despair, and I think the current state of the Democratic Party is pretty shameful; but I do enjoy masking my disillusionment with irony and humor. No presidential candidate for whom I have voted, in a primary or presidential election, has ever won. I think George W. Bush is probably the worst president this country has ever had, and that the Iraq War is a total fucking disgrace.

My day job is as a production coordinator for the schoolbook publishing arm of a major American institution known for its yellow rectangular border logo. The job entails bits and pieces of writing, editing, design, layout, proofing, production, and other activities that end up with a book getting published. The job pays fairly well, and I love the work, and dig the people I work with. This is the first job about which I have been able to say all of those things.

I'm also a freelance writer. At the moment, that work makes up about a third of my income, though it's been higher and lower. The first paid piece I had published was in 1987. I love writing more than just about anything. I write fiction, but it's really just for my own amusement; as of yet, I haven't been able to make any money at it. My freelance work consists mostly of writing about music, film and literature, but I've also done stuff ranging from test questions for state social studies exams to trade magazine articles about the produce industry to scripts for industrial training films. As long as it pays and I get some enjoyment out of it, I'll write it. I've supported myself briefly in the past with only my writing, and I someday hope to do so again, but I'm fortunate insofar as I currently have a day job I like as well.

I used to maintain a daily-updated website of humor and other miscellany here, but I just don't have time for that anymore. Still, the archives are still active, and I flatter myself that there's some fun stuff to be had there. I used to maintain an archive of other writing, but it too became too difficult to keep up. Googling my name yields a lot of stuff I've written elsewhere, as well as information on a sex criminal, a corporate lawyer, and a beloved dead English actor. Among other places, my work has appeared in Blueprints, The Natural Foods Merchandiser, Conscious Choice, Spin, Urb, The Onion AV Club, McSweeneys, Hobart Pulp, The Chicago Reader, The Chicago Tribune, Cursor, Opium, Pindeldyboz, American History, semiotext(e), The San Antonio Current, The San Antonio Express-News, TAP, The Rocket, The Planet, The New Times, The Village Voice, Uber, Time Out Chicago, Metal Edge, White Sox Interactive, AlterNet, Commercial Carrier Journal, and The Illinois Entertainer. I'm a music staff writer for UR Magazine; I'm a weekly film blogger at Nerve's movie site, The Screengrab; and I'm a regular contributor to the left-wing political humor site Sadly, No!. I've been a guest on various radio shows, including as a regular on Kevin Fullam's Under Surveillance, and appearances on Marc Maron and Sam Seder's shows on Air America and Eight Forty-Eight and Writer's Block Party on NPR. In addition, I've contributed to dozens of &'zines, websites, and independent publications. I am a contributing writer and editor for The High Hat, a web-based journal of arts and culture.

Reading is the greatest thing in the world. I will read literally anything and everything put in front of me, and I think one of the great joys in life is knowing things just for the sake of knowing them, but I especially enjoy certain strains of postmodernist fiction and literary theory. I also read tons of history, quite a lot of short fiction, and, of course, fucking comic books. I like talking about literature, but since I'm a big theory nerd, some people find it boring to talk about literature with me. Music is probably the most important thing in the world to me after books, and I am extremely happy that I can make a good part of my living writing about it. There is no kind of music I absolutely don't like, but probably my favorite kinds of music these days are metal, rap, and hillbilly music. My tastes change with the wind, though, and mostly I like anything that's surprising, skillful, or emotionally powerful.

I'm obsessed with all sorts of ridiculous things. Here are some of them, in general and specific: baseball (the Chicago White Sox), postmodernist philosophy (neo-pragmatism), artificial world-building (DC Universe continuity), civil rights (the Palestinian liberation movement), movies (post-1945 American film noir), pulp fiction (Sapir & Murphy's Destroyer novels), trash culture (24-hour full-service diners), sandbox/open world video games (Grand Theft Auto IV), skepticism (historical contingency theory), sketch comedy (Mr. Show), road trips (ghost towns), and human stupidity (take your pick).

My highest aspiration is to try to amuse. Here is what I look like now, more or less -- I know, it's a goddamn pity. Thanks always for stopping by.

Comments

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calamityjon
Jun. 2nd, 2008 05:38 pm (UTC)
What have I goddamn started?
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC)
I know, right? When your crimes are numbered in your final days...
lester22
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:00 pm (UTC)
Nice Lebowski t-shirt, man.
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
THE DUDE ABIDES
I was just telling a friend of mine that the older I get, the more the Dude's lifestyle appeals to me.
lester22
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:11 pm (UTC)
Re: THE DUDE ABIDES
Yeah, me too. What could be more appealing than taking a bath in a bathroom lighted only by candles, smoking a joint, and listening to Song of the Whale? You know, until someone comes in and drops a ferret in the tub.
secondperiod
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:02 pm (UTC)
Wash your goddamned mirror.

I am reminded here that I need to do the same...
manningkrull
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:05 pm (UTC)
Leonard gets told to wash his mirror about as often as he tells me I'm gay in my LJ.
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:10 pm (UTC)
Inside us, collectively, is a straight man with a clean mirror, struggling to be heard.
roseyv
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:09 pm (UTC)
This is really sad, but I think I just now, today, right here, reading this, figured out who Yellow Rectangular Border Book Publishing Company is.

I am embarrassed, but also enlightened, so the one kind of balances out the other, or so I shall tell myself.
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:14 pm (UTC)
Well, that's one to grow on.
roninspoon
Jun. 2nd, 2008 06:56 pm (UTC)
I'm always fascinated when I meet someone else who attend Christian schools. Especially so when they seem to be so level headed, and not insane.
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
My parents tried to get me to go to a Christian high school, too, but I pretty much flat-out refused.
roninspoon
Jun. 2nd, 2008 09:09 pm (UTC)
I didn't get a choice. I got caught shoplifting and everyone thought a Lutheran boarding school in rural Missouri would straighten me out.

At Lutheran boarding school, I learned all about Jesus, as well as drinking, sex with ladies, and marijuana. It was a well rounded education.
ortho_bob
Jun. 2nd, 2008 07:04 pm (UTC)
Yes, but who are you really?
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 08:53 pm (UTC)
I am John Locke.
tritium
Jun. 2nd, 2008 09:21 pm (UTC)
Ah, then maybe you can answer a question! Why do you keep interrupting people who are about to reveal secrets?
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 11:15 pm (UTC)
Because I'm afraid that they'll give away the ending of my exciting book, Questions Concerning the Law of Nature.
zulkey
Jun. 2nd, 2008 07:20 pm (UTC)
This sounds like I"m being cute but you don't look like that! Put up a better picture!
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 08:54 pm (UTC)
I think you're just being cute.
zulkey
Jun. 2nd, 2008 09:22 pm (UTC)
no, you are making a silly face plus that shirt photographs weird. steve is not at home right now so I have no one to nag.
tritium
Jun. 2nd, 2008 09:03 pm (UTC)
Ah! I was wondering about your status as a half-Arab Alabaman, specifically how that came to be, but there was never a socially acceptable time to ask. Thank you for clarifying that.
pr1ss
Jun. 2nd, 2008 10:56 pm (UTC)
Prisscoanalysis
There is one thing that ludickid journal is missing, one form of overexposure that as far as I know hasn't been explored and could really make this whole shebang pop. Your readers have thus far been deprived, but it is easily remedied.

So
Tell me about your mother.
ludickid
Jun. 2nd, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Prisscoanalysis
My mother?



Let me tell you about my mother.
johnnylemonhead
Jun. 3rd, 2008 01:30 am (UTC)
Why no kindergarten? Too good for ants-on-a-log and finger paints? Wait, yeah, I already know you are.
thaitea
Jun. 3rd, 2008 03:41 pm (UTC)
I think you look adorable. You've got sort of an "enfant terrible" thing going on. The t-shirt is lovely. I don't care about the mirror. Also, you r gay.

(Now I'm going to wikipedia to look up historical contingency theory)
hipsterdetritus
Jun. 3rd, 2008 06:01 pm (UTC)
According to your procreation timeline logic, I was conceived -- coincidentally enough -- the same day Jimmy Carter took office. This can only mean that MY LIFE = MALAISE
so_crates
Jun. 4th, 2008 01:03 pm (UTC)
BOO!

BLEAH! BLEAH!

BOO!

Are you scared yet?

Oh, wait... you said actual academics, not failed academics. Forget I said anything.
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