THE THESIS ABOUT FAME, FREAKING, AND A FLAMING PETER JENNINGS
Welcome to the casbah. If you are here, chances are you are either related to me or at some point taught me. In both instances, I apologize.
This is my first attempt at web design, which should explain the roaring crappiness of this page. Tripod told me to give them money and then showed me a bunch of little boxes and told me to type in them. In this way it was much like graduate school.
You are probably here to read my thesis, "People Who Choose to Run." In that case I would also like to apologize, as I hate it very much. Perhaps this is a consequence of staring at it for six months and then not showering for the entire month of December while I tried to figure out the pagination.
The thesis is very long. You can read it all at once or in very little bits; whichever you choose, I recommend that you not sue me. Thank you.
(I refuse, however, to apologize for the siezing-fit Visa at the top of the page; they put that there and it won't go away unless I tell them what my credit card number is. If it annoys you as much as it does me, you are welcome to write me a check for $8.95 so that I may be "ad-free," but just between you and me and the flashing monkey I'd prefer to not give them the satisfaction.)
The Authoress mauls Michael J. Nelson during the research phase of her thesis.
PEOPLE WHO CHOOSE TO RUN: FAME IN OUR CULTURE AND OTHER THINGS THAT WILL FREAK YOU OUT
Following is a suite of essays exploring the function and role of fame in American culture.
(NOTE: Bullshit. I had a bunch of stories about frightening a strange conglomoration of famous people and a deadline and this is what the keyboard spit out.)
Please also note that Tripod, in its wisdom, will not allow its users to post files using such wildly unusual components of the English language as dashes, quotation marks, italics, apostrophies or tab indentations. So I had to make do. If you don't like how the piece reads, you know whose fault it is (ie not mine.)
