Sabadino Pilato Parker was
born at 9:46 a.m. on 31 July 1976 in New Britain, Connecticut. A Leo born in the year of the dragon, Seb
entered the world (or worlds, depending on your religious persuasion or mental stability) on a hot Saturday during the bicentennial of our nation’s
founding—although he was entirely unaware of this at the time.
His mother was Cheryl Lee Parker, an escapee from the
doldrums of Corrina, Maine, and his father, Generoso Mutone, had come to
American soil from the post-World War chaos of southern Italy. Not even Seb could have devised a stranger
match of souls. They met in a disco,
which may explain things.
Early in life, Seb discovered the power of story. His father filled his head with extravagant
tales of impoverished farm life and traveling Europe with his friends and
family. His mother was an avid fan of
Maine resident and horror writer Stephen King, whose tales and films were among
Seb’s first literary influences (and causes of decades of nightmares).
Seb remained in New Britain throughout his public
education, attending New Britain High School and somehow managing to become
president of the National Honor Society.
Writing and drawing were his passions, and he entered the University of
Connecticut at Storrs as an English major, where he discovered who was to be
his second major influence, James Joyce (who caused nightmares of an entirely different sort).
After earning his bachelor’s degree, Seb entered the
graduate program of Trinity College to add some frosting to his education by
obtaining an MA in English. He
continues to plug away at grad school (his thesis, "Dream's Odyssey: Jungian Patterns in Neil Gaiman's Sandman," will be completed early September 2003 and posted shortly thereafter), while working full time in Old Saybrook (you can read his award-winning weekly Internet publication, the Environmental e-Lert, here)
and writing film, television, and comic-book reviews for Shore Publishing’s line
of newspapers ("Getting Reel" -- please excuse the bad pun) and the online magazine PopMatters. Somewhere in there he also manages to write stories of gruesome
deaths and sad lives, none of which could possibly have been inspired by life in Connecticut, which may provide evidence that, as the song says, "life is but a dream."
Seb balances his literary efforts with the cold, cruel
world of business publishing, which has all the more solidified his intentions
to strike it big as soon as possible.
As much as he enjoys being an editor of various environmental, health,
and safety newsletters, the world of wasting time daydreaming and scribbling incoherent narratives on the back important documents simply seems too attractive.
He will most likely be found dead in his underheated
apartment, covered by layers of rejected manuscripts, sometime in the next few
years.
To help prevent this untimely end, please continue to explore Seb’s Sight, or hop straight to my online works. More will be added throughout the summer of 2003 so that someday this site will be something to be proud of (but first I should work on fixing that last sentence). As they say too often, Stay Tuned!