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First Entry
Sep. 20th, 2000 08:50 amI once had an online journal while taking private pilot lessons. It charted my progress, thoughts, and adventures, until a couple of bad flights psyched me out of flying for a while. When I stopped the lessons, the journal stopped as well.
Time to revive that (egotistical? exhibitionist? neurotic?) urge to display a part of myself to the world at large, through the veil of a transluscent pseudonym.
I've been known to give in to daredevil impulses like bungee jumping, SCUBA, the aforementioned pilot lessons, and rock climbing. Once, in college, I was bored, so I drove to Quebec. Once, after college, I was bored again, so I hoppped on my motorcycle and ended up in Key West. Okay, I was living only four or five hours from either at the time, but the trips were spontaneous impulses.
On the other hand, to wind down, I like reading a book with a glass of single-malt scotch, or working on my house (I'm finishing a sorta-addition library/den), or succumbing to my new addiction: golf. I know, it sounds all yuppie and predictable, but it's the hardest sport, mentally, that I've ever attempted.
I'm a software engineer entrepreneur who on-again-off-again writes fiction on the side, usually SF mysteries. I'm an expired Emergency Medical Technician who worked on an ambulance for five years before burning out (my burnout rate for just about anything is pretty fast). I'm 33, married, no kids, living in the Atlanta exurbs, have the SUV, cell phone, and trendy goatee, but also a couple of earrings and long jet-black dyed hair.
Time to revive that (egotistical? exhibitionist? neurotic?) urge to display a part of myself to the world at large, through the veil of a transluscent pseudonym.
I've been known to give in to daredevil impulses like bungee jumping, SCUBA, the aforementioned pilot lessons, and rock climbing. Once, in college, I was bored, so I drove to Quebec. Once, after college, I was bored again, so I hoppped on my motorcycle and ended up in Key West. Okay, I was living only four or five hours from either at the time, but the trips were spontaneous impulses.
On the other hand, to wind down, I like reading a book with a glass of single-malt scotch, or working on my house (I'm finishing a sorta-addition library/den), or succumbing to my new addiction: golf. I know, it sounds all yuppie and predictable, but it's the hardest sport, mentally, that I've ever attempted.
I'm a software engineer entrepreneur who on-again-off-again writes fiction on the side, usually SF mysteries. I'm an expired Emergency Medical Technician who worked on an ambulance for five years before burning out (my burnout rate for just about anything is pretty fast). I'm 33, married, no kids, living in the Atlanta exurbs, have the SUV, cell phone, and trendy goatee, but also a couple of earrings and long jet-black dyed hair.
