THE COLLABIOGRAPHY PROJECT

Since this is CYBERpedegogy, I started working on my autobiographical keynote presentation by using the world wide interweb. I posted a request for contributions to my not-auto semi-biography as a note on facebook and tagged a bunch of friends who I thought would do well tasked in such a way. I'm not sure how I'll end up using their material. One piece of fiction from writer/performance artist Michael K. Meyers deserves publishing since it won't be in my presentation for sure.

Sensitive readers, please be warned that the following is rated PG-13. UPDATE: you know what, I'm just going to edit it with awkward xxx's...

Michael K. Meyers

When I was 11 and got bumps on my chest my uncle Charlie said something smirky. I was at the far end of the table and didn’t hear what he said, but my dad’s face went all red, and aunt Aggie, Charlie’s wife, she got real angry and told Charlie that if he said that again she’d march him down to the clinic and have him lobotomized. Later, in the kitchen, I was drying, when Aggie was asked by aunt Dee why she didn’t just have the clinic xxx xxx xxx xxxx, Aunt Aggie said that Charlie had such a xxxx xxx xxx and she didn’t want to end up cutting off her nose to spite something. Aunt Aggie never could get those saying completely right, but all the women understood, and maybe I did, too. Did that experience deflect me in any way from my career in the arts? My shrink isn’t sure. Some days all he does is weep. When Uncle Charlie passed away it was supposed to be a closed casket, but the custodian, or some joker left it open. Now that, that was traumatic. I didn’t tell my shrink because...

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