I’m both a nerd and a geek. And damn proud of it too.
Why? Because I’m more than a little obsessive not to mention compulsive. Makes for a good nerd; computers & I see eye to eye. Other endearing qualities contributing to my nerdiness: intelligence, curiousity, persistence, and more than a touch of a contrarian outlook on life.
I’m easily bored and rarely stop moving. I read a lot and somewhere along the way I defined reading as gleaning for information, not entertainment. I have an associative memory that weaves together seemingly obscure details and out-of-left-field minutiae. I approach the game show Jeopardy as a blood sport. I have no patience for intelligent design (sic), anti-evolutionists, global warming denyers, and ignorant Luddites in general. Smart is sexy. Dumb ain’t. Therefore I ain’t no fan of 45, the Orange Haired One.
The movie Sneakers is in my top 10 movie list. Burn Notice is the new McGyver. I dig infrastructure (think server farms, backend pipes, etc.).
I remember my 4th grade teacher. Mr. Miller. A nerd’s nerd. His initials said it all: Irving Bennet Miller. He was the first true educator I ever had, not a mere teacher. He made school and learning come alive. He spent a whole morning explaining how airplanes fly: lift, thrust, drag, and gravity. The cross section of a wing on the blackboard. Going over and over it until everyone, every last person in the room, understood it. A passion for knowledge and life. He changed me forever.
God bless my parents for indulging me in every museum class, after school program, and summer opportunity they could. I had a telescope, a microscope, electronic kits, and multiple chemistry sets. And I knew how to use all of it. I read. And read. And then read some more.
Years ago when I had a thalium scan or two I Googled it. Realizing I was going to be injected with a radioactive dye I went to the local pro photo store and bought 8x10 sheets of black & white film. Dashed home after the test and attempted to expose the film with my hot body. The two conversations of note were a.) talking to a tech at Kodak’s medical film division asking if this was going to work and b.) talking to the techs at photo lab explaining why I wanted them to push the film. Conclusion: I fuzzed the film but didn’t end up with a Kirlian photo or a Madame Curie print. Hey, it worked. That’s all I asked for.