I was born at a Seattle Washington hospital in December of the year 1987, to my mother, Julia, and father, William. At the time, my mother was a middle school biology teacher. My father was a mechanical engineer for an airplane manufacturer. For a time, we three lived in a small rented house situated in a wealthy Jewish neighborhood of Seattle known as Seward Park. My parents had friends in the area, from their baby group, and before that, when my father had gone to high school and college in the area. My mother had moved to Seattle only a couple years before, from Colorado. When my sister Kate was born in December 1989, we moved to a large suburban house in Redmond Washington. The house had a 30-year fixed-rate mortgage. I would live in this house constantly until June 2006. I attended two public elementary schools, one public middle school, and one private high school. My earliest years were marked by serious sinus infections, an interest in books on tape, and various outdoor and athletic pursuits, including skiing, soccer, and cubscouts. I was enrolled in piano lessoned around the age of 7. My parents purchased a 32ft sailboat in 1996, which we took many family vacations on. I remember listening to terrestrial FM radio during this period, especially alternative music stations. In 2002, mys parents enrolled me (after much consideration) in The Overlake School in Redmond, where my mother taught math to 13 and 14-year-olds. I developed a mild sleep disorder, from stress related to high school, and an interest in news, politics, climate change, and punk rock. I enjoyed a high level of academic recognition and a low level of success with athletic pursuits. I quit school-sponsored sports (with the exception of golf) in 10th grade, after developing medical problems related to rapid growth spurts and an inadequate respitory system. I skateboarded outside of school supervision, with a friend named Bobby. We ended up making two skate videos, which are lost now, as far as I know. During my first year of high school, I hosted an exchange student from Zabok, Croatia, named Drazen. Drazen encouraged me to attend self-organized all-ages concerts on Seattle’s Eastside, including the Old Redmond Firehouse. Drazen played guitar in a metal band and had several girlfriends. A year or so later, I was encouraged to take figure-drawing classes by an art teacher, which I enjoyed. This represents some kind of clarity moment of my life’s direction. I seemed to be deviating from the culture of my high school (which seemed consequential at that point, and now seems essential, if not really that profound). After quitting sports, I also broke up with my first girlfriend, of several months, and began managing my sleep disorder by using earplugs, a strategy which proved successful until I was able to sleep peacefully again, a some point during college. I took a girl named Amy to the senior prom. I did not drink alcohol at the prom. My last high school project was a multi-media re-telling of The Great Gatsby, constructed most from home video illegally shot on the Microsoft campus. In June of that year, my parents took my sister and me to Paris. I felt, for the first time, like I needed to stop struggling against Americana. I attended the University of Washington in Seattle. I was on track to major in film theory, before realizing I couldn’t meet the foreign language requirement in Mandarin Chinese. I visited Beijing in summer 2007 to study post-socialist film, but settled on English Theory as a major, upon failing out of Chinese. While experimenting heavily with psychoactive drugs during most of my freshmen year, I sustained whatshould probably be considered permanent emotional effects and some mild form of PTSD, which I credit with calming my personality somewhat. I had, as they say, religious experiences. After moving out of student housing, I lived with friends in an apartment a block from where Lane Staley died in 2002. For what was probably a little over a year, I settled into the rhythm of college life. Theory papers, drinking, concerts, writing. My honors thesis was written on the use of the gaze by female directors in 1990s US capitalist cinema. I was able to finish my BA in 3 years. With the economy crashing down on all sides, and on the word of a friend who worked in Hollywood, I accepted my rejection letter from the UCLA screenwriting program as a sign from powerful forces at work beneath the surface of my impending vocation. I applied to advertising portfolio school, against the advice of many who wanted me to stay in academia. Professors - and my girlfriend at the time - were concerned that I would not be satisfied with the level of discourse in a corporate setting. I challenged them to think of a setting that deserved more theoretical consideration than the typical American corporation, and started packing my bags for San Francisco. In June 2009 I moved into a studio apartment in Oakland California, across the Bay Bridge from the local branch of Miami Ad School school. I spent nights in bars around my apartment. I made friends with numerous people, among them Eliseo, who I would make two no-budget films with. The nights in Downtown Oakland surpassed all of my expectations in terms of friends made, my ability to explore a part of America I knew nothing about, to be alone, confused, fucked up, and still mostly accepted, and OK. I worked a retail job and as a camera operator at a video production company. In portfolio school, I wasn’t very interested in the abstract aspects of advertising, though I enjoyed learning Photoshop and about the history of industry, directly from veterans. After a year in the Bay Area, I moved to Brooklyn to continue portfolio school. Around this time, I wrote the book of poetry called Futurism, partly based on my experience in Oakland and my interaction with the art community associated with the website dump.fm. That work also includes poems from as early as 2007. Upon arriving in New York, I stayed with artist Ryder Ripps for one night in his Queens apartment, before moving in for several days with distant family in the Upper East Side. My first night out in New York was at the Jane Hotel, where I saw artist Jeanette Hayes, who I knew from dump.fm, to some degree. That week, I moved into a hardcore warehouse space on Johnson Ave in Bushwick Brooklyn, where I lived until I could afford better accommodations. I met with Tao Lin who introduced me to Miles Ross at a birthday party for Justin Taylor, where I also turned down an unpaid internship for the New York Observer from Christian Lorentzen. I began writing for Thought Catalog and writing non-academic essays in 2010. While finishing advertising school in Brooklyn, I wrote And Then I Disappeared Again, which I was able to promote using a video directed by Adam Humphreys in early 2011. In fall 2011, I was asked to write some short pieces for the Atlantic’s website, which earned additional opportunities for publication. At the end of 2012 I released the poetry collection Do You Log In Here Often, based on my varied contact with advertising/cultural production organs, during and after graduating portfolio school, including DRAFT FCB, Huge, Mcgarrybowen, AKQA, McCann, Y&R, R/GA, Dirt Empire, W+K, Grey, G2 and DIS MAGAZINE. In spring 2013, I completed a small collection of short stories, Tropic Midtown.