About

 

Writing about yourself is never easy, but I'll sum it up best I can. Born in Texas; parents were hippy transplants from New York during the 1970's (perhaps Roadhouse had a big affect on them?). Most of my family tree dates back to the "Pig War" in what is now modern day New York City. Early childhood was spent hanging out with my father's K9 and eventually he re-enlisted so I was to become an Army Brat; which resulted in growing up in such places as Fort Knox (great tank museum) and Fairbanks, Alaska (nothing like walking to school in -40F blizzards). Subsequently I learned to love playing hockey, and my first encounter with a PC was visiting my fathers detachment and the guys were showing me Microprose flight simulation games such as Apache and Falcon. I was hooked.

Enjoying a Guinness at Gravity Bar atop Guinness Storehouse in Dublin, Ireland / 2016

Enjoying a Guinness at Gravity Bar atop Guinness Storehouse in Dublin, Ireland / 2016

You can outrun a moose, but you can’t outrun a bear.
— Growing up in Alaska

Eventually my family ended up in Columbus, OH, and my perceived golden childhood changed dramatically as I lost both parents to cancer while in highschool. During this time I buried myself in the advent of the internet, Compuserve, AOL and Prodigy ISPs; and ultimately teaching myself HTML 1.0 on the glorious banner filled Geocities and Tripod free hosting sites. And thus after, I began to appreciate the value of friends as my parents friends, my own godfather and godmother, were keen to keep in touch and help out where they could.

Tired of the country life and yearning for excitement after high school, I moved into the city where I attended Columbus State and The Ohio State University where a fan of Buckeye Football was born and many life-long friends were made. I was fortunate enough to land a QA position during college at AOL, back when the AOL client and instant messenger platforms still had a large user base, and worked my way into developing automated testing programs; ultimately dropping out of Ohio State Computer Science program, because frankly the work I was doing at a global tech company was too exciting.

It was hard to go into class to learn proprietary C++ and go into work coding in C# and AJAX.
— College begins to show it's age

Shortly later I ended up literally running into my childhood crush, a family friend who relocated back to Columbus after college, we married pretty informally (a party with friends and a long honeymoon in France) and settled back east to Connecticut to find our 'dream home'. Which, outside of a chateau in Bordeaux or an estate in the Highlands of Scotland, I think we found for now.

When it comes to hobbies, we like to spend our time on improving our "office" which is clearly meant for video gaming and room-scale virtual reality; having friends visit, traveling abroad to explore history, drinking scotch and red wine, exploring our taste-buds at world-famous restaurants, reading books (favorite excerpt below), and auto track racing at HPDE's (High Performance Driving Education) events.


“But it was no good trying to tell about the beauty. It was just that life was beautiful beyond belief, and that is a kind of joy which has to be lived.

Sometimes, when they came down from the cirrus levels to catch a better wind, they would find themselves among the flocks of cumulus: huge towers of modeled vapor, looking as white as Monday's washing d as solid as meringues. Perhaps one of these piled-up blossoms of the sky, these snow-white droppings of a gigantic Pegasus, would lie before them several miles away. They would set their course toward it, seeing it grow bigger silently and imperceptibly, a motionless growth; and then, when they were at it, when they were about to bang their noses with a shock against its seeming solid mass, the sun would dim. Wraiths of mist suddenly moving like serpents of the air would coil about them for a second. Grey damp would be around them, and the sun, a copper penny, would fade away. The wings next to their own wings would shade into vacancy, until each bird was a lonely sound in cold annihilation, a presence after uncreation. And there they would hang in chartless nothing, seemingly without speed or left or right or top or bottom, until as suddenly as ever the copper penny glowed and the serpents writhed. Then, in a moment of time, they would be in the jeweled world once more: a sea under them like turquoise and all the gorgeous palaces of heaven new created, with the dew of Eden not yet dry.” 

The Once and Future King, T.H. White