(Each question was given to a different person in the collective so that a complete and accurate portrait of the group could emerge.)
Occupation: A research organization dedicated to inventing and distributing new methods for political engagement in everyday life.
Where are you currently? Boston area.
Formal education or self-taught? Both.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
I really didn't have any specific ambitions so it's working out.
All-time favorite shoe?
Girly ninja boots with little bows on them. Charming but deadly.
Is work play?
Absolutely - work can, on occasion, definitely be play.
Sometimes, though, it cannot - and that should be noted as well. It's
a very complicated question: working while maintaining the openness of play and, conversely, being playful even as you keep in mind the diligence and discipline necessary to make things work and really, in essence, to be effective in the world. That's what seems like it might possibly be at stake here.
What was the first piece of music you owned?
"kylie" by kylie minogue
(as embarrasing as that may be..)
Favorite comic?
Blankets, by Craig Thompson.
Last great book you read?
The last great book I read was...HOLY COW. By Sarah Macdonald
What’s the best thing you’ve seen recently?
A movie called Czech Dream
If you could have named yourself, what would your name be?
Megatron
Two truths, and a lie, please:
en.wikipedia.org
imdb.com
soyouwanna.com
If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Cornflower Blue
Is perception truth?
The short answer is no.
What was the last song stuck in your head?
"Sultans of Swing"
Favorite punctuation mark, and why?
Ellipse because it's useful for paraphrasing someone else and getting the desired meaning out of their statements.
A haiku, please:
through the fingerprints
on my window-
cloudless blue sky.
- Paul Mena
What website accompanies your morning coffee?
Google. Google for hours and hours. Then I panic.
Define importance:
The state or quality of having lots of money, fame, and teenage fans.
If you’d like, tell us a story about something wonderfully bizarre that has happened to you, or someone you know:
Our programming-genius friend speaks very softly so it's often hard to hear what he says. Recently, he was recommended for a programming contract job at a financial consulting firm. When asked by HR for his hourly rate, he replied "$50 an hour". They said they would have to get back to him about that. They called him back the next day and apologized that they could not offer his full hourly rate as their budgets were tight. "I'm sorry we can't offer you $250 an hour," they reported, "Will you still take the job for $195 an hour?" He paused and then said that he would, indeed, take the job at this discounted rate.
So now he makes $195 an hour.
What’s your favorite font?
Genius of Crack
What did your parents want you to do with your life?
Not this.