At the end of a winding road within a nondescript corporate park in Edison sits the New Jersey Convention and Expo center, a grim gray building with an illuminated quick-change sign out front, the kind that usually shouts "GO TIGERS" or "2 FOR 1 WELL DRINKS." This one reads "WELCOME TO EXXXOTICA 2014." The building seems like the sort that hosts SATs -- until you open the doors and are hit by a wave of deafening

Once, I was a shy nonprofit drone. Now, I make money reading Anais Nin in the buff -- among other things Last autumn I sat in a midtown cubicle sorting receipts for my boss’s monthly expense report. I had recently earned my master’s degree from Harvard and had accepted a coveted yet thankless entry-level position at a well-know