Who speaks to me with my own voice

So I've been conspiring with an old friend of mine, Daniel Coffeen, for the past several months on a little sumthin-sumthin: a companion guide of sorts to my diagrams from The Beginning Was The End, an adjustable lens on and joyful pain reliever from the complexity of its stuff. Daniel's constantly surprising cred includes years of teaching rhetoric at UC Berkeley, and critical theory at San Francisco Art Institute, and he's lent tangible support to the Oowen Adventure for nearly a decade. No matter how near or far, the good doctor always beats me to the bar; we both are the kind of human that can talk others sick sans mind altering substances, but in their company, the ongoing conversation has been a solid match and a pure pleasure. Some of his contributions to blogs like Thought Catalog bear traces, and I recently failed a friend-quiz when he let slip that he'd mused on my own work on his blog, An Emphatic Umph. That'll learn ya...