Once, I learned I share a birthday with the late Andy Warhol, but our birthdays are in fact separated by a day. At the Tate Modern in London, I first saw his work in person, the Marilyn series, her quadrupled face, sick with pop colors, flanked by other Warholia: A chair, a cape, a cane to knight the future superstars. Warhol was born in Pennsylvania; in New York, he elucidated best practices for deification. According to Wikipedia, he gained fame for his whimsical ink drawings of shoe advertisements. The first Factory appeared in 1962; Regular Genius is a simulacrum, as is Specter, a literary magazine, and LIT, a music and reading series in Brooklyn. An editor of books and essays for Catapult, I live and write with my creative partner and our boy|girl twins.