This is the part where I attempt to describe myself. Ah, the everlasting philosophical question: How to grasp the enigma of the self? Is it even possible to identify this loquacious authora voice without bodywith whom you've been interacting?
Well, call me Ian Dunross (a pseudonym); for it doesn't really matter what my real name is because evidently I don't existat least according to the great semiotician Umberto Eco, who states that the author is not important:
I'll tell you at once that I couldn't really care less about the empirical author of a narrative text (or, indeed, of any text).
My ontology gets even more complicated, because Eco proclaims that:
The author should die once he has finished writing. So as not to trouble the path of the text.
In other words, we are to forget the author who created the text. The author is not here before you. Only the other entity, the text, is here, speaking to you. But if it's any comfort, there are traces of my existence. I can say with certainty that I'm a writer in Northern California. A graduate of San Jose State University, I've been writing for the high-tech industry for the past ten years. When I'm not pursuing my literary interests, I enjoy exploring audio-video technologies, driving my SLK roadster, and roaming the wineries of California. My interests range from photography to web development to playing piano and the classical guitar. I spent my childhood in Toronto, Canada and currently live in Shadow Lakes, Brentwood, California.
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