I was born a small, fragile, larval human. Over time the bodily systems improved and gained complexity, and –before long– consciousness emerged. Fine motor control shortly followed. Since then, I’ve processed a LOT of information and learned to do a number of things. My bones stopped growing around 1990. Since then, I’ve been exploring the world as a free-roaming organism independent of its progenitors. I’ve done stuff. People have paid me for some of it. That was cool. Sometimes I climb things. Sometimes I jump in a number of prepositional relationships to things (over, off, out of, etc.). More often, I subject myself to physical and mental discomfort in pursuit of close quarters combat skills. Over the years, I spent a lot of time in classes and seminars and got some degrees for it. In general, I spend a lot of time trying to become a better human.
These days, I think a lot about the media in which I have been embedded for most of my life. I write about much of it. I realized at some point that open questions intrigued me and I had some facility for problem solving, modeling, strategy, assessment, and general engaged thinking. For a while, I did a lot of that for game art and design and various interactive spaces and taught that to others. These days, I design and implement perceptual experiences for Intel's Perceptual Computing Group. They pay me to do that. I like that. It allows me to buy food. I like food. It can be quite pleasurable, and it supplies the energy necessary to keep doing stuff.