Michael Jackson's Great Beer Guide
No, not THAT Michael Jackson...
I am a Renaissance Man!
Let's see, where to begin?
I was born a poor black boy. No wait, that was Steve Martin...
I was born at Ft. Ord military hospital near Monterey, CA, into a Naval family. Naturally, 20 years later, I joined the Air Force.
In between, I spent some time in California, Florida, Virginia, and Illinois. Oh, and there was a stint in London there as well. Childhood came to an end with graduation from Glenbrook South (no hazing since 2003), a brief tour of Purdue University, an unsuccessful attempt at a career in audio sales, and that fateful trip to the recruiter's office.
The U.S.A.F. sent me to nuclear school. Now I glow in the dark.
This path took me to Lackland AFB in Texas, Lowry AFB in Colorado, and McClellan AFB in California. Two out of three of those bases are now closed. I see a pattern.
After 6 years as a "nuclear weapons inspector" (who NEVER got to go to Iraq, dang it!), the civilian world called. I became a Quality Assurance specialist for Hyundai Semiconductor. Did you see that word, Semiconductor? We didn't make cars. We made 64 MB DRAM chips. The chips were not for the cars. Stop mentioning the cars!
Now Hyundai is called Hynix. I didn't pick it. But that doesn't matter because I don't work there anymore.
In 2001, they laid us all off. Rather than stay in the tech world, I went back to college. I earned a new degree in Political Science from Southern Illinois University. I figured that, after 9/11, I needed to get back into something meaningful. Too old and out of shape to consider going back to the military, I had to branch into something new.
Now I am in law school at University of Oregon, in beautiful but freaky Eugene.
This place is full of hippies. I hate hippies. Hippies make me angry.
What will come after law school? Who knows? But I am hoping to use this opportunity to do something good.
So now it's either start a new career in public service... or become a gourmet chef.
UPDATE: three years and a hundred grand later... I am now Gullyborg, J.D.! Now it's off to Salem to look for work in beautiful CAPITAL CITY!
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What more do you want to know? If you care enough, you can e-mail me:
g u l l y b o r g A T g m a i l D O T c o m.
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And yes, those ARE my feet.
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Some words to live by:
"Give me liberty, or give me death!" - Patrick Henry
"Not all who wander are lost..." - J.R.R. Tolkien
"Nuts!" - General Anthony McAuliffe
"You like me because I'm a scoundrel." - Han Solo
"I don't want any SPAM!" - Graham Chapman
"DON'T PANIC!" - Douglas Adams
"Bomb France!" - Frank J.
"You're obnoxious and disliked" - Benjamin Franklin
"God is dead" - Nietzsche
"Nietzsche is dead" - God
And finally, what is best in life? As Conan said:
"To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!"
Politics, economics, guns, women, wine, beer, Dungeons & Dragons (yes, really!), really loud music, wasting time on the internet, Dilbert, Daleks, duct tape, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Buffalo wings, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, The Moody Blues, Renaissance (the band and the time period), Mystery Science Theater 3000, vampires, martial arts, off-road vehicles, muscle cars (I'd rather push a Chevy than drive a Ford), fishing, trout, salmon, cooking, steak, more beer (microbrews), Mountain Dew, naked chicks, LEGOs, space exploration, chess, cheese (the stronger the better), WD-40, worshipping Guarto the Turtle God (just seeing if you are paying attention), karaoke, Ronald Reagan, Christianity, playing the kazoo, sniper rifles, swords (especially Claighmors), kilts, bagpipes, my Scotish heritage (Clan MacKay), chocolate, puppy dogs, sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, lemon drops, unicorns... ok, just kidding there... sort of... Oh, and I suppose I should mention law school. For a smattering of who-I-am, please peruse the assorted items to your left... and buy some of them. Blogs cost money!