Alex Karsten‘s artistic process may or may not involve hiking to mountain streams, falling asleep on their banks, listening closely while the Muses whisper a poem into his ear, and then hiking back and typing it on his Royal typewriter.
Katherine Proctor, female, is a boring person. She has no quirks or idiosyncrasies of note, and she consistently orders vanilla ice cream, even in establishments that don’t sell ice cream. All of her writing is produced by a robotic prototype expected to, in a few years, eliminate the need for all language, thought, and feeling.
Nick Andersen once rode in an elevator with EGOT-winning composer Marvin Hamlisch. He was wowed by Hamlisch’s greatness and thus rendered speechless for several minutes. The fact that this happened in a hotel in downtown Phoenix did not detract from its novelty.
Peter Szulc is over six feet tall.
R. B. Finnegan* is schooled in the dark arts of printmaking, radio, and prose. Sagacious and sartorial, Reilly is perhaps the most evil of the Salad Days contributors. He is arguably our tallest member.
Tom Macarte is from Bedford, England, and is on exchange from the University of East Anglia in Norwich. He finds it difficult to trust people who claim not to like the Beatles, and is studying in North Carolina this year primarily (but not purely) because of Ryan Adams. He currently has the most beard on staff.