Bio

Mike escaped from the circus, where he'd previously been known as 'fun-sized Mike.' No longer much fun due to a staggering grading load of undergraduate essays , but getting no taller at an alarming rate, Mike got a degree in self-deprecation, a more constructive form of self-degredation given its' social utility in making other people laugh. (Hunt will note that the phrase 'social utility' was utilized for his benefit, since without appropriately stilted academic diction it's possible the burgeoning economist might have been unduly burdened by incomprehension. Mike would have quantified the specific degree of social utility, but found himself unable to count past one, the total number of brain cells remaining to him after the days grading)
Lately, Mike spends most of his free time in Oregon with a Boston transplant named Quinn Dmitriev, a former Belo-Russian refugee (turned American citizen) who might actually talk faster than Meg Aycinena, though probably not faster than Ms. Aycinena's mother. Quinn, an indie singer-songwriter with a significant Boston following and an indie label record contract, attends Oregon State's MFA in Fiction writing with hopes that a graph of her educational debt in terms of time will be easily recognizable as an exponential function (allusion made, again, for the benefit of Mr. Allcott). Ms. Dmietriev would best be described (for the benefit of Mr. Allcott, or anyone else pursuing Doctoral studies) as possessing, in the opinion of Mr. Copperman, a physical appearance correlating with social/culturally desirable characteristics, ie., being really damn gorgeous.
It is also worth noting that Mr. Copperman continues to write, and has a number of stories pending at Literary Journals, though rejection notices mount in his mailbox in a manner that causes him a significant degree of unhappiness and distress, ie, 'pile up like flowers for his own funeral.'
And, right. Apologies to Mr. Allcott for poking fun, though of course it's just like old times. And word is life for Mr. Allcott is pretty good, so I feel less than bad.:-)