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That was a fun time.

So I also got to meet dave eggers last night. He wrote a new forward slash introduction to the new edition of Mark Twain's "A Tramp Abroad" and came to Northwestern to speak about it. Basically, he told us right away, that he'd done a "scholarly" speech before at UMich and that he blew so badly that this time, in an effort not to suck so much, he was just going to read us what he wrote for his introduction and interject at random locations for interesting stories. My god is he one of the funniest men alive. So was Twain, as he pointed out to us.

And then of course followed the oh so fucking predictable questions from the supposedly but obviously not intellegent Northwestern students such as "What was it like writing a book about such a personal subject" and "How did it feel exposing yourself" or "Speaking of exposing yourself, did you by chance get on a subway in New York in random month 1999 and drop your pants screaming 'I am naked man'" to which eggers says "no" to which the guy responds "well he was wearing the same sweater" to which eggers responds "so he had my sweater, but not my looks, my face, my hair color ... just a sweater?" to which no response from the other student, to which someone yells "drop your pants now and maybe he can verify" to which eggers immediately moves on ... questions such as "how can a young aspiring author as myself get advice, or get a book published, or what suggestions do you have."

I swear to god. But he handled himself well, and he basically tells everyone not to ever write a memoir. For valid reasons. Even though he did it.

Afterwards, he propped 826 Vilencia, and then the "Lost Boys" of Sudan. That was really cool, because he supposedly had the lost boy who acts sort of as their leader with him. However, he didn't make it.

Afterwards at the reception, I scored a nice spot in the line for signatures, and got both my books signed. I asked him about the girl from 826 Vilencia, the non-profit poetry ogranization. She read her stuff at the "They Might Be Giants vs. McSweeney's" show in Washington, DC at GWU. He wrote her name in my book for me. NICE. Here are the sigs:

AHWOSG
YSKOV

He wrote on my YSKOV "we shall meet again" in reference to me being at the TMBG vs. McSweeney's show. That was a fucking great time, he even admitted it. It was the first time they tried it, and consequently the best. He said he's been touring ... england I think, or maybe it was iceland ... I dunno. Either way, supposedly they're still doing the TMBG tour thing, which is awesome.

So yeah, then the lost boy shows up while I'm talking to eggers, (oh yeah, he commented on my "world's greatest grandpa" shirt) and the guy Dominic (the lost boy from sudan) showed up and spoke about his incredible life story that eggers is helping him write into an autobiography. These boys left their home in Sudan when they were sometimes only four years old, and traveled all through Sudan to Etheopia, back to Sudan after Etheopia kicked them out, to Kenya, all over. "Dominic" saw his own friends/brothers shot, die of starvation, eaten by lions, etc. AN AMAZING story.

Anyway, this entry is long. Things are going well, I am loving college, and if you have aim check out my external profile cause I actually updated it. Although, a lot of the stuff in it is from this entry, but, whatever.

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