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| Personal background |
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Hello! I was born in New York city on 13 June 1944 at 10:35 p.m. Eastern War Time. Subsequently I lived at Point Pleasant Beach in New Jersey and then at Miami in Florida. In 1965 I entered the U.S. Air Force and was stationed at San Antonio in Texas, then at San Angelo in Texas, then at Torii Station on Okinawa in the Ryukyu Islands and finally at Da Nang in the Republic of Viet Nam.
My military job was that of a Radio Intercept Analysis Specialist (RI20250-1) with the U.S. Air Force Security Service. In Viet Nam I also worked part time for Civil Operations and Revolutionary Development Support, Da Nang Region, U.S. Agency for International Development.
After leaving the Second Indochina War combat zone and the U.S. Air Force in 1969, I moved to Portland in Oregon and that's where I live today. In 1973 I received a Bachelor of Science degree from the University of Oregon School of Journalism at Eugene; and whilst a university student I was active with the Lane County Chapter of the Viet Nam Veterans Against the War.
During my workaday-world life I held positions of increasing responsibility in journalistic media of communication: magazines, newspapers, radio and television. I've been, shall we say, retired since the mid-1990s and live on a dole kindly allotted by the Social Security Administration. My enjoyable pastimes include appreciating the arts, auditioning music, reading books, screening films and surfing on the World Wide Web.
My companion and live-in therapist, Felis catus Blue, has been with me for 16 years. We're a team! Together we continue searching for the meaning of life; and although I believe she's discovered what it is, she's apparently not at liberty to tell me. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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I ran SETI@home for some years then quit due to built-in failings of computing systems made obsolete via corporate greed. In the event, I'm on board once more! I've a certificate asserting completion of 100 SETI@home work hours, dated 8 December 2002, but haven't a clue as to how one moves that credit forward after such a lengthy lapse in activity. No doubt the idiotic password-and-user-name system clung to by lazy and unimaginative Internet entities (i.e., all of them) would prove to be maddeningly frustrating, so I'm starting all over again.
As to why I do this, it's down to hope and imagination. I miss the old enthusiastic and upbeat SETI@home. The present lay of the land hereabouts feels defeatist and unhappy, but maybe that will be transformed into a new optimism once short-attention-span generations learn what the phrase "Rome wasn't built in a day" means.
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'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
— Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (1830-1886) |
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