Hi. I’m Adam Constabaris, I’m an itinerant philosopher whose bills are paid by working as a software developer for the Library at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, North Carolina. To reach me via e-mail, try my first name followed by that ‘at’ symbol, followed the domain name of this very site. I don’t use Tweet or do any other sorts of things like that at the moment.
While I like the two-way nature give-and-take of blogs, I really really hate spam and I believe its producers to be unethical and that, when they are uncovered, should be shamed without pity. Cast that ostrakon! The upshot of this is that commenting is a little bit difficult, and I apologize for the inconvenience.
So, why “Clowns In My Coffee?”
First, I love coffee. Second, I’m ambivalent about clowns. Third, and this sort of follows on the first and second points, the image of clowns in my coffee is … intriguing and mildly disturbing, but not overly so. Fourth, I like mondegreens, aka misheard lyrics. I’ve never personally misheard Carly Simon singing about clowns in her coffee, but what the hey, and I am so vain that I probably think that song is about me.