Cyberspace
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Geo Sports | Like other members of my family, I've had a life-long fascination with maps. Street Atlas led to the end of my boycott of Microsoft so I could have a computer that ran it. I bought a GPS receiver to use with Street Atlas and soon found myself enmeshed in other activities. | 10 Feb 01 |
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Curmudgeonry | "Curmudgeons are mockers and debunkers whose bitterness is a symptom rather than a disease. They can't compromise their standards and can't manage the suspension of disbelief necessary for feigned cheerfulness. Their awareness is a curse ..." | 27 Oct 96 |
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Writing | An interest in writing is much like a chronic disease--say malaria. You catch it at some point and although you may be undisturbed for long periods of time, you know that an attack can come at any time. | 9 Feb 97 |
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Naturism | I have never liked clothes and have worn them as little as possible. In 1993, I joined the local naturist group to get away from the incredible sexual pressures of most other organizations, from the LDS singles groups to that blatant mate market, The Wasatch Mountain Club. | 26 Oct 96 |
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Living in Utah | I was born in Utah, the redundant descendant of four polygamous great-grandfathers. After graduating from Granite High, I left the state for college (CalTech), and didn't came back to live until 1980, when I got a job with Evans & Sutherland. What a shock! | 17 Aug 96 |
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Living in Cyberspace |
In 1981, Evans & Sutherland got a newsfeed from The University of Utah. For me, it was instant addiction. Before that, though, I enjoyed logging on to work with my primitive Kaypro 10 and hanging around half the night. Seemed like a place to me even then. | 17 Aug 96 |
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Resume | This started as an exercise in HTML. But if you're looking for an experienced programmer (or should it be computer scientist?), here is my resume. | 5 Oct 1997 |
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Much Misc | I am subject to sudden bursts of enthusiasm. I am a snatcher up of unconsidered trifles. Odd bits of paper on odder subjects seem to find their way to my desk. I have a pathological lack of a sense of order ("a stack-organized mind in a queue-organized world"). Junk accumulates. | 26 Oct 96 |