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My life: One big, long loop… (See also: Ouroboros)
I was writing the About page for this hear site, and somewhere in the stream of consciousness ramblings this little gem came out that I felt deserved its own post:
Back in university, around 1991, as part of one of the new-media/hyper-media classes that I managed to con my way into[1], I created a project using Hypercard that was intended to be a kiosk that would sit in a motorcycle dealer’s showroom and allow a visitor to rotate various bikes, change the color, add options and see how the bike looked.
Even back in 1991, as a business school student, I was working with Photoshop (version 1!!!) creating what today would be considered a Rich Internet Application (if the Internet was around then) for the motorcycle industry. Holy crap! After all the schizophrenic darts and weaves my career and life has taken, I’ve essentially ended up pretty much where I started.
And none of this has really been intentional. It’s just happened because I’m a geek and I like motorcycles.
Now what’s kind of depressing is that even with all of this insane early technology adoption and awareness, I’m not even close to being rich from any of it. I managed to to an amzing job of dodging lucrative opportunities during the dot-com boom (and even now during the Web2.0 mini-boom). While somewhere there’s a 25 year old bozo that droped out from Standford and because they know the right sugar-daddy on Sand Hill Road they are multi-b/millionaires. Sigh… Now I’m depressed…
- I’m still working with Photoshop
- I’m still working with new/hyper-media a la the Interwebs
- I’m back to working on motorcycle stuff
If I don’t believe in fate, I think maybe I need to look into it.
[1] It should be noted that I was a business school student, yes, but I was a semi-closeted computer graphics geek (geesh in the endless bifurcation of memory that writing this is causing I now realize I need to spend some time on writing about that some day). A friend of mine who started out not quite as devoted, but ended up way more devoted , was in the communications college and told me about this really cool class he was in taught by Carrie Heeter (who is
about[nope, I tried… She’s the only one. Again, this is made even more odd in that I wasn’t even supposed to be in her class, college, or program!] the only professor that I can even remember the name of). I don’t recall what the class was called but it was something along the lines of Hypermedia something. After writing what I’m sure was a pathetic plea to the professor, she took pity on me and let me in. It’s amazing how one’s life is formed by such seemingly random things. Or I guess viewed another way, you’re going to miss out on a lot of shit if you don’t leave a lot of options open and follow them when they come along. Is there a record for the longest footnote in a post?
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