I was born in the early 1970s. My parents initially wanted to name me Jedidiah. It’s clear to me now that they were insane…like so many people who survived the 60s. Although that name is remarkably close to Jedi. I don’t think it suits me. Of course, I am not sure that Warren is an easy name, but I have grown accustomed to it and I have a whole stack of free address labels from various charitable organizations. It seems silly to change my name now. I was born south of the Mason Dixon line but my parents quickly retreated north (isn’t that just like a Yankee?) I spent most of my childhood in Pennsylvania but headed back home to the South and have been here ever since. So, I was almost a Yankee named Jedidiah, the son of two insane parents.
(see…I once had hair too!)
I went through school, but, I’ll tell you, I remember very little. I was ready to head back South. I entered a Southern college as an electrical engineering major, but I quickly came to my senses and switched to social work. Of course, I don’t like people so that didn’t last. One day as I sat in the library debating my future and pretending to study for finals, Emily (my current wife) dropped by and invited me to get some hot chocolate with her. She was cute, so although I don’t like hot chocolate, I decided to join her. I found out she was a psychology major. A few days later I officially changed my major to psychology and that’s about all there is to say about that. We got married after graduation and headed to graduate school in psychology. But I don’t like people, remember? After getting masters degrees, we headed to Nashville where I started a PhD in neuroscience. I was bitten, bled, peed, and pooped upon by unhappy monkeys, so I determined that, in addition to people, I did not like monkeys. I very nearly became a rabid, people-disliking neuroscientist who psychoanalyzed pubescent monekys.
This is getting a bit long, but I so much enjoy talking about myself that I hope you’ll indulge me. I left Vanderbilt but figured I didn’t like the job opportunities that a masters degree in psychology offerred. I decided to go back to grad school and I got a masters degree in computer science. As you might imagine, there isn’t much interesting to say about that. We lived in Nashville for those 10 years where we had babies, bought a house and started to grow up. Life was fun and all, but we finally got the urge to move back to Emily’s hometown of Charleston, WV. So, we loaded up the truck and drove to South…Hills that is. I am a partner in our company and I write computer software for a living. I almost let it rest at that…I was very nearly just a boring computer programmer. A year and a half ago, I discovered WordPress and blogging and My Home Among The Hills was born. Since then, I have been spewing my nonsense around the globe (well, my Mom still reads me, anyhow…) to anyone who will listen.
(I really do have an awesome family who seem to be very tolerant)
So this long story about what I almost was is really a way of telling you what I am. I am curious and I am restless.
I will be writing posts for Not Dabbling in Normal on the first and third Thursdays of each month. My curiosity has led me to be a beekeeper, a glass artist wannabe, a gardener, a bad violin player, a skateboarder, the next Bob Vila (still waiting to be discovered…I rock the plaid flannel so much better than he does), and a tinkerer. If you’ll come along, you will get the chance to observe my testing the laws of gravity and the limits of my wife’s patience …