.me. .past. .present. .future. .you.

or the Focus of a Vector Field in Stasis

This is the story, the history, the way it came to be. I'm not Rudyard Kipling, and I'm not Aldus Manutius the Senior, but that might just suffice.

Being born in the San Francisco Bay Area, the hospital at Stanford Medical Center, Palo Alto, and growing up for a time in the northen town of Novato, I have a thing for the scent of bay. Thyme and rosemary go well with a view of green-and-brown hills and a hand-built redwood deck. I still think I can smell the salt sea from street corners and outside bakeries from time to time.

Moved to the north shore of Lake Tahoe at seven or eight years. I'm spoiled on water and evergreen forest. Taking a drink from the middle of the lake reminds me of fresh sun tea, both--I'm sure--equally carcinogenic. An acquaintance once described the lake as "heaven on earth". I wonder if people in heaven are as ostentatious.

After years of video homeschooling, enrolled in the TMCC High School program in Reno. All high school students should be offered the opportunity to take college-style classes before graduation. It was here that I made friends, learned about people, and was invited to my first rave. It's one thing to have balls in high school, and another thing entirely to have guts afterward.

Spent one year in Oberlin, OH for college. I'm not communist enough to fit in with people like that, and too deeply esteem my own education to subject myself to said iconoclastic bourgeois.

After returning to Reno, working in a bath house for a year, taking some more classes at TMCC, and living with two very different roommates with whom I still speak, I met the ex at a furry convention in San Jose. He fed me drugs, showed me an indredible time, and offered me a ticket to musical potential.

Begins my SF stint. For nine months, I lived in Poof Palace with the ex and company. We shared incredible times, leff-incredible times, and downright crap times. I learned a lot, teached a lot, and did hardly anything substantial. It's a shame that musicians are such flakes; had anybody been willing to try on my vision, The Killers would be recognized as just another formula band.

In October, 2004 I moved back in with the parents just outside Denver, CO. Six months later, and after an unfortunate stint in a career-oriented private school, I began work at Starbucks and rented again my own apt. I'm still at this apt, though ready for something a little further one way or another, and working as a service/sales consultant at the phone company.

that should suffice.