The terms Renaissance man and, less commonly, homo universalis (Latin for “universal man” or “man of the world”) are related and used to describe a person who is well educated or who excels in a wide variety of subjects or fields. A polymath (Greek for “having learned much”) is a person whose expertise fills a significant number of subject areas. In less formal terms, a polymath (or polymathic person) may simply refer to someone who is very knowledgeable. -Wikipedia Recently, someone asked me if I considered myself to be a modern-day renaissance woman.  It took me several days to come to the conclusion that I do not know for sure. …

As a freelance writer, I tell a lot of stories.  Many of the stories I tell are about my life, because as far as writing goes, they are the ones that require the least amount of research.  Also, the accuracy can’t be beat as I was the one who had the experiences, and I’m not writing the story through someone else’s eyes. I was talking to someone at a bookstore the other day.  Angie and I went in to look at the books that were marked down to clearance prices.  We decided upon two books, both of which retailed for about $40 US, but were marked down to the unbelievable…

I was thinking recently that I wish could have held onto the memories of my college years spent at Marshall University. It’s sad to think of how I let the good times pass me by without any way of accurately recollecting daily events. 1998 was a year when digital photography was in its early stages of development, when HTML was the latest trend, and video was recorded to magnetic tape and equipment was costly. What I Did Then At that time, I carried with me a cheap notebook and a pen everywhere I went. No time and no words did I waste, either. Somehow even my notebook faded into obscurity…

If you have been following this blog for any amount of time, you would have learned about my upgrade to a 1 terabyte hard drive.  A terabyte is a massive amount of data; so massive that one may never need to delete any old email messages for an entire lifetime.  My father is notorious for this kind of behavior.  If you ever go into his computer room, he has a massive archive of disks and CD’s filled with old email messages, old photographs, and most of all, Microsoft Word documents dating back to the first day Microsoft Word became a reality.  My mom does this as well, but she stores…

In my younger years, I thought my father had the best job out there; he did scientific research, specializing in advanced electroplating processes. Much to my fathers’ disapproval, I sought a job and a lifestyle much like his. Accordingly, I did everything I perceived him to be doing, which included mixing chemicals with really long names I didn’t understand. At one point, my father gave me my own lab, complete with beakers, test tubes, and a microscope. I was also provided with baking soda, vinegar, distilled water, and anything else that was harmless that my mom was willing to give me out of her cupboard. It was a half-assed attempt…