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| MS Multimedia Technology, Duquesne University, Pittsburgh 2003 | |||||||
| BS Communications, Indiana University. ...uhm, of Pennsylvania, 1986-ish, minor in history and the effects of chemicals on the human nervous system. While there, I enrolled in ROTC, thus enabling me to become a | |||||||
Tank Platoon Leader, 1-103d Armor, 28th
Infantry Division. I base my military philosophy on the three
greatest--to my way of thinking--martial minds in American history, namely:
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| Announcer and "Program Director" (ha!) at a bunch of radio stations you've never heard of. They say I've got the perfect face for radio. Highlights of my career include staying awake & on the air for 74 hours straight during a marathon charity broadcast, and learning that Fred Allen was correct when he said "Radio is a bag of mediocrity where shallow men with carbon minds wallow in sluice of their own making," to which my response was "you can't fire me; I quit." But I'm not bitter. The pervasive scent of Dektol about me is from my time as a | |||||||
| Freelance ("no regular paycheck") Newspaper Photographer and law-firm Forensic Photographer (there really was no fee unless we got money for you), where I documented various forms of human misery such as train wrecks and bodies burned beyond recognition by defective consumer products. This was, as you can imagine, a great deal of fun. Gainful employment at last was found in the guise of | |||||||
| UNIX Network Administrator for Verizon, the Big Beefy Heart of Communication (who, even as we speak, are implementing the Skynet Global Domination System, thus paving the way for the dystopian future of the first "Terminator" movie. You think it's a coincidence that their spokesman is Darth Vader?). I used to be a telephone installation technician in the inner city but grew weary of being shot at and not being allowed to shoot back. Everyone should be a rabble-rouser at least once in their lives, so I did a few terms as a | |||||||
| Chief Steward/Unit Representative with the Communications Workers of America | |||||||
| Firefighter and Public Information Specialist, Ingomar Volunteer Fire Company, McCandless, PA. The wet stuff, it go on the red stuff. | |||||||
| I am (partially) to blame for Niklaus Stephen Thor Hamilton, the guy who'll be deciding who goes up against the wall when the revolution comes; and Alexandra Elizabeth Hamilton; I'm telling you right now the first one of you guys to touch her is gonna get an arm broken. Most likely by her. |
Still reading, this? Huh. Ookay...
When I'm not working, which isn't all that often, I like to read anything I can get my hands on (books, magazines, cereal boxes) but especially so-called classic literature and histories. Hemingway is the Man, despite that unfortunate incident with the shotgun very near the end of his life. Dumas, Bierce, Steinbeck, Poe, Mallory et. al., Dos Passos, Frost, Atwood, Wilde; they're like gods to me. Have you ever read Frankenstein by Mary Shelly? Give it a try; it's one of my favorites and none of the movies have really captured its essence, not even the Mel Brooks classic (and certainly not that insipid Boris Karloff debacle where they couldn't even get Frankenstein's name right). Music good: I'm a subscriber to the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra but enjoy virtually all forms, especially jazz, Jethro Tull, rock and/or roll, blues, Jethro Tull, swing, big band, Jethro Tull, space, folk, bluegrass, Celtic (including absolutely anything with the Pipes,) and Jethro Tull.
Slow day for you, eh? Surely you should be cleaning out your gutters or something..?
I take my physical exercise hiking, camping (preferably in the winter), cycling, fencing, golfing, playing chess (it is if you do it right), and in the shooting sports. I consider myself to be "armed and gregarious."
I like to play poker once in a while, but, you know, I'm not very good.
One of my Goals In Life is to be the last person on Earth with neither a tattoo nor a body piercing nor a cellular telephone.
I'm a "cat person," but dogs are fine, too. People who don't like cats, I've found, generally don't like themselves very much--cats can sense this.
Great Googly Moogly what a blowhard. Get back to the HPS site!