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  • I make my living mining precious rarefied words. Trading in well-crafted ideas and carefully planned turns of phrase. Copious research that never half steps and always walks a brisk but measured path to fame (though never fortune), ego stroking and above all tenure. Every day I skirt the line between erudition and cleverness. And even though I’m not a “writer,” words are my bread and butter.

    “Don’t give all your diamonds away for free,” a colleague once told me. By which she meant, Don’t put all your good ideas out in the world before you can capitalize on them. Milk and cows and easy girls who leave their minds wide open.

    But maybe giving away ideas doesn’t make me an intellectual whore. Maybe instead, I’m actually sharing resources. And in so doing I learn not to fight for every word and to overcome the fear of my own irrelevance and obsolescence. Each word is precious but not really. Dew drops not diamonds. I just want to have faith that there are more where those came from.
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