"The details of my life are quite inconsequential..." - Dr. EvilIn Brief...
Name: Kevin C. Murphy (I use the C because Kevin Murphys are Legion.)|
Birthdate: December 29, 1974
Eye/Hair/Etc.: Plenty of pics here.
Current Employ: Speechwriter. (resume)
Interests: Look around. I'm sure we have something in common.
Recent Events: Check the weblog. I'm generally pretty good at keeping it up.
The second child of Paul M. Murphy, a management consultant, and Carol S. Murphy, a domestic engineer, I was born December 29, 1974, in Schenectady, New York - a place of which I have no memory. Soon thereafter, our family relocated to Monroe, Connecticut, where we resided until I was four. The only lingering recollections of Monroe are of a set of wooden bunk beds I shared with my older brother Thad, occasional trips to the nearby Carvel Ice Cream store, and the night I was allowed to stay up and watch Vincent Price's House of Wax. The Murphys next relocated to Weybridge, England, for three years, a time during which my elder younger sister, Gillian, was born. My memories of the Olde Country are much more lucid than those of New England - I can recall trips to the National Gallery, kindergarten at the American Community School outside of London, classic British television fare like Doctor Who, Blake's 7, and Top of the Pops (Kate Bush in a bubble, in particular, stands out in my mind), and a mesmerizing encounter with a life-size Boba Fett replica in Harrods. My early years in England, along with my mother being British, would come to influence many of my tastes as I grew older, from children's literature (Tolkien, Tintin, The Famous Five) to athletics (until college, soccer was always my sport of choice) to popular music.
At the age of seven, I and my family moved to Waterloo, Belgium - site of Napoleon's famous downfall. During my years in Belgium, I attended Le Verseau, a French-speaking school, and explored much of Western Europe with my parents. Our visit to the ruins of Pompeii, the ancient Roman city with the bad luck to have been founded at the foot of an angry Mt. Vesuvius, still stands out in my mind as a formative moment. That trip, along with the daily experience of living on a pivotal battlefield, likely helped in developing my interest in History. In the spring of 1984, the Murphys left Europe for good and returned to the United States. After a few months of house-hunting, we settled down in Florence, South Carolina, the city where I would spend the next ten years. Florence was a great place to grow up -- city rec soccer teams, community theater productions, a local shopping mall convenient for loitering, etc. -- and although I was neither born there (although my youngest sister Tessa was), nor did I arrive until I was ten years old, I am proud to consider myself not only a South Carolinian but a Florentine.Nevertheless, after two years at West Florence High, I left town to attend the South Carolina Governor's School for Science and Math, a residential state-wide charter school located in the nearby town of Hartsville. In August of 1993, after a brief summer stint as a movie guide at Blockbuster, I packed my bags and moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts to begin four years of undergraduate study at Harvard University. Life at Harvard turned out to be everything I hoped and more.
I got to sample a variety of extracurricular experiences during my time there, from winning a National Championship in Lightweight Crew (that's me flying through the air) to holding down a job at WGBH Learningsmith; from exploring all the varied nuances of New York City for the Let's Go Travel guides to composing essays and editorials for the campus newspapers. And that's to say nothing of all the adventures in Boston, the evenings in Harvard Square, the walks by the Charles, and the friends I spent my days with in Cambridge. In short, it was a wonderful time.
In June of 1997, I graduated with a magna cum laude degree in American History. After a few months in New York City exploring opportunities in journalism, I relocated to Washington D.C., where I began work as the in-house researcher and speechwriter for "Ragin' Cajun" James Carville, Democratic strategist and Senior Political Advisor to the President. The mad months of the Lewinsky insanity notwithstanding, my time there was both enormously instructive and highly fulfilling. In July of 2000, I left Carville's office to become a speechwriter for FCC Chairman William Kennard. A year and a half later, in the fall of 2001, I began pursuing a PhD in U.S. History at Columbia University. Many years later, I completed my dissertation on progressive persistence in the 1920s.After almost a decade in New York City, I returned to Washington in the summer of 2009, where I now live and work as a Democratic speechwriter on Capitol Hill, House-side.
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