personal ads for Pynchon geeks

[Christopher Tassava]

1.  Christopher James Tassava is 23.  He grew up in the old copper mining 
town of Hancock, Michigan, where the snowflakes barely outnumber the 
alcoholics.  He attended college at Macalester College in St. Paul, 
Minnesota, majoring in history and religious studies.  He has been to 
Mankato, and bought shoes there.  Upon graduation, he began reading good 
books, moved to Chicago, Illinois, and, most importantly, got married.  He 
is unhappily employed in a pathetically postmodern marketing job.  He is 
currently casting about for either a new job or a definite academic 
interest to pursue in graduate school.  Anyone with any ideas and/or leads 
towards either of these ends is welcome to write, preferably in Punjabi. 

1.  He combats the intellectual poverty of his job by reading Pynchon 
(believing _GR_'s paragraph 4, line 6 [see below - ed.] to be rilly cool), 
Wallace, DeLillo, and Borges, esteeming the Disgusting English Candy Drill 
scene, Gately's hospital scenes, _White Noise_, and "Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis 
Tertius" respectively.  He likes Uncle Tuplelo (a band), Coca-Cola (a proof 
of omnipresence), the Tour de France (a race), and his Kona Lava Dome (a 
mountain bike), and the the hardback _Vineland_'s cover photo.  He is 
interested in the Western conception of Progress (about which Pynchon often 
talks, ihmo), conspiracies, and how pop culture can produce so many 
different kinds of crap.   His two cats resent _GR_ for not being 
sufficiently large to comfortably lie upon, unless opened to the very 
center.

1.  Christopher finds the level of discourse on the Pynchon listserv to be 
frighteningly, imposingly high, and thus usually lurks.

1.  Christopher also finds the third-party voices in which the various 
Pynchonites are currently expressing themselves to be poignantly indicative 
of postmodernity, profound self-alienation, the terran presence of 
extraterrestrial life, or else bad flatulence.

Xferen

"No, this is not a
disentanglement from,
but a progressive
knotting into..."

Thomas Pynchon