Memories of Another Media Landscape *Entirely*

the closest thing to a memoir I'll ever write

It's 2004. Three years ago, you graduated from a Christian liberal arts college with a degree in Unemployable. You live in downtown St. Paul — true downtown, where things clear out after 5pm and few places are steadily open except Jimmy John’s and, occasionally, the library. You live in a building that’s like a filing cabinet for people. You have a job,…