so quintessa what now?

off camera white male announcer: " kellyquinn, you've just had a marathon interview at a place where you would be lucky to land work.*



"so, what are you going to do now?"




kq: i'm agoing to disneyworld.





tomorrow after another round of fake eating at a meal, interviews, and tours, i am joining things one and two and the rest of the troupe for extended enmeshed family vacation.

i managed to work julia's mother into conversation and insist on being called quintessa at the final meal. i managed to work paris and nicole into my public lecture, the "intellectual autobiography," and i concluded by explaining: i am kellyquinn. i managed to work into conversation the various ways i stress how jesus' mom was an unwed teenaged girl and she chose to have baby jesus, and we need to support young girls' choices while teaching sunday school. somehow in talking about baby jesus, we also switched gears to will ferrell in talledega nights and his preference for baby jesus. in fact, we spoke a lot of pop culture things. some we spoke of as "texts" others we spoke of as enthusiasts.

i bowed to my dinner companion and bid her namaste. right after she bowed to me. i wore my issey miyake fortunesque outfit, but my hair is about a half an inch too long. and getting my lip waxed too close to day of departure resulted in what looks not unlike two herpetic sores. but i was mostly a very good version of myself.






*(recall that your dissertation advisor frequently calculates your odds at 1:175.)