I've Been Tagged
By greimer on Dec 20, 2006
I almost died once. I used to hunt when I was young. It was the culture I was born into. One day, we were out early. It was 6am on a cold, Kansas morning. It was the crisp, glittering kind of cold. Our dog was so excited about hunting that the -20° temperature and a foot of snow didn't bother him at all. He was like a nuclear furnace—he never stopped outputting heat, and the snow actually steamed off his back. So much motion and energy. We were moving through some underbrush when I managed to bag a pheasant. The dog and I converged on the pheasant at the same time, and tug-of-war ensued. For about sixty seconds, I wrestled with this dog in the dense, chest-high brush. Branches were poking everywhere. All the while I had a loaded twelve-guage semi-automatic shotgun leaning up against my midsection, the muzzle pointed toward my heart, not on safety. Dumbass. Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass. DUMB. ASS. It would've hollowed me out. As soon as I realized I let the bird go and put the gun on safety. Needless to say, the experience shocked me, and does to this day. I'm keenly aware of gun safety. And I no longer hunt.
As a child I was half Huck Finn and half pasty-faced nerd. I spent countless days tromping through the junkyards and back-woods of Ft. Pierre and Winner, South Dakota. We climbed around on railroad bridges, built forts out of weeds by the riverbank, collected rusty old junk, stepped on nails and had to get tetanus shots, played with air-rifles, lit things on fire, and shot bottle-rockets at each other. The other half of my time was spent building Lego spacecraft, pouring over science and space books at the library, playing games on my Grandpa's Commodore 64, and trying to get things to explode using household chemicals like vinegar and baking soda. In fact, trying to blow things up was a recurring theme of my preadolescence. It's a wonder that I find myself whole and intact today.
Of the middle column of US states, I haven't lived in North Dakota or Oklahoma. The others I've lived in for at least six years each.
Of the various types of tasks you can do in the broad field of web design and development, I enjoy server-side programming the most. Circumstance of late, however, have lead me to be doing mostly client-side programming. I enjoy client-side, too, but server-side programming is actually both. You write a program that writes a program. How cool is that?
When I first started using the World Wide Web in the nineties, it didn't immediately occur to me that there was a distinction between the browser and the website. It was all just Yahoo! to me. "How do I open Yahoo!?" Yahoo! was a program where all the web pages lived. Later, working at Sun, a colleague of mine related a funny story. He was building websites back when people were still keeping track of all domain names that existed by using post-it notes on their cube walls. He would get calls from friends who were having trouble with unrelated websites. It was the Web, after all, and wasn't he the guy in charge of it? They didn't understand that he only controlled one single site, and that other people at other companies owned other sites. It was hard for people to wrap their minds around the web as an open, abstract space of information that wasn't hierarchically controlled.
Well, there you go. I'm not going to tag five more people, because I believe this particular meme has hit the second elbow common in exponential curves that occur in natural systems.