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How does one begin to explain oneself? Well, I suppose that I could start with birth and early childhood.

Then, of course, how I became a computer geek.

And my love of drums and raves.

I entered the Army right out of high school. I didn’t get anything out of it like the commercials would have us believe, but I did learn a bit. Especially when I was called upon to perform duties beyond the ones they had in mind. Suffice to say, I survived, got an honorable discharge, and a very high security rating.

Back in 85, I had started writing my own role-playing game with a friend that had also just gotten out of serious relationship. By 87, our little company was about ready to start on publication. I asked around, and most publishers were using Macintoshes, so I got one. I’ve been hooked ever since. (In fact, I’m typing this on one now) Unfortunately, my partner and I started to lose touch shortly after, so the initial project was shelved. Ursa Major has mostly performed public service work since then, but a Mac has always been the center of the operation.

To earn the money that Ursa rarely provided, I took a number of other jobs including security work and taxi driving. The latter job provided me with a number of opportunities. The best one was college. One of my dispatchers decided that I needed to be in school, and badgered me until I looked into the local community college. I’ll never forget her for that. My college years are another whole story.

After college, I hit the work force as a full fledged Computer Guru. I fought in the Mac – PC Clone wars. Back then we used light pointers: elegant weapons, for a more … civilized age. *Ahem* The force has served me well, though. It has made my transition to LA much easier, and allowed me to work within my philosophy.

The first couple of years in LA were a bit of a surprise to me. When I was prepping to come out here, I lined up several jobs and thought I’d be fine. But they had all dried up by the time I arrived. So I hit the temp agencies, and they assumed that since I preferred computer jobs, that’s all I would accept. *sigh* Eventually I had to tell them to give me ANYthing, and the ball got rolling.

After I settled in, I found myself getting more and more involved in the party scene. Not only did I build villages for Burning Man, but I was a sysop there too. I didn’t just go to parties, but I thjrew them as well. And I don’t just screw around with fire, but fire performances have become such a part of my life that they branched into my new career.

Since 2001, I’ve been involved completely in fire. My first spin was Memorial day 2000 where I got rave reveiws despite a lacluster performance, but it did launch me into the creation of new items. This became a hallmark for years. By the time Bearclaw was ready to open, I had already invented half a dozen new tool types that the fire community had not seen. We continue to innovate every year and expand the art wherever possible.

So, once fully entrenched in the fire community, my old fire department instincts came out and I was dubbed a “safety Nazi”. Well, that eventually lead to the formation of the North American Fire Arts Association. after that settled a bit, I started up Red Swan Entertainment with an employee at Bearclaw.

So that’s the facts. If you’re interested in my beliefs, I have added a manifesto.

Well, that covers the highlights, the rest of it is also available, but you’ll need to E-mail me to get it. I’m kinda a private person, so I hope this satisfies you for now. Basic statistics include: 5’11”, 290, brown hair/eyes (I kinda look like a cross between Al on Home Improvement, and Bob Segar). I have more hobbies and craft skills than most people know about, and so very little time to do them all. I listen to most music (‘cept country), and like all kinds of food. Pet peaves: closed minds, nags, liars, and stupid commercials. Eyebrow raisers: openly intelligent people, redheads, and mysteries.

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So, after waiting an interminable time for a sprout to appear, I took a magnifying glass to the bit o’ green and discovered that I was in fact, growing mold.  *sigh*  I’m giving up.  I had 12 chances and failed all of them.  Dad had the green thumb in the family, I never “got” plants.

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