I should go to sleep, but instead I'm answering campfire questions like this:
Trip: first time off of the North American continent, post undergrad, spent several weeks (9 I think, maybe 11) as a cheerful wastrel in London, Tuscany, and Amsterdam, visiting the pubs and art museums. This trip is where I decided I was an artisté and not a slacker. Upon return to the US, my pure, laser focus faded a bit. Ahem. Especially when my smuggled Amsterdam brick dwindled.
Kiss: was also a late bloomer, a senior in high school at the over-ripe age of 16. Kissing ramped up with the same lass, over a few blissful months, until I also wasn't a virgin. You don't need to know more. In fact, this is probably too much information.
Job: worked part-time as an assistant in the Physics Lecture hall at UT-Austin. My job was to supply professors with whatever tools or props they required for their lectures, including exploding things like acetylene-filled balloons, liquid nitrogen and flowers, laser light shows, Faraday devices, films about Physics, etc.. A surprisingly cool job, but I didn't leverage it into anything cooler. In fact, I blew my only television interview on the local news by insisting upon looking directly at the camera instead of the interviewer. Doh!
House: moved out of home at 17, to the great surprise of my mom, but the rented house was nothing special, and I only lasted a few months there, before moving to another shared house, with some of the same room-mates (but not all). Thinking back, I can still visualize the place: here is where I did my first real drugs (umm, self-censored the rest of this anecdote). I think it was a three bedroom house on 32nd street, but I'm not positive about that.
CD: see, I'm an old geezer, comparatively, and the tale of my first CD (Sonic Youth's Experimental Jet Set, couldn't find a vinyl edition for a reasonable price, so finally purchased a CD player,and CDs to play on it) isn't really what your question seeks to answer. You want to know what the first music I purchased, which to my mix of shame and shoulder-shrug was AC/DC's Highway to Hell. I do have MP3 copies of those songs still, but I notice most of the tracks have 2 star ratings, and thus never get played. At the time, I lived in East Texas, and AC/DC was the devils music, so any listening to it was akin to eternal damnation. Or something.
I risked it.
In as much detail as you like, describe your first...I'll probably delete this post when I wake up tomorrow, sober, but until then....
- Overseas Trip
- Kiss
- Job
- Apartment/House (sans parents)
- CD purchased
[From bandersnatch_02: Firsts]
Trip: first time off of the North American continent, post undergrad, spent several weeks (9 I think, maybe 11) as a cheerful wastrel in London, Tuscany, and Amsterdam, visiting the pubs and art museums. This trip is where I decided I was an artisté and not a slacker. Upon return to the US, my pure, laser focus faded a bit. Ahem. Especially when my smuggled Amsterdam brick dwindled.
Kiss: was also a late bloomer, a senior in high school at the over-ripe age of 16. Kissing ramped up with the same lass, over a few blissful months, until I also wasn't a virgin. You don't need to know more. In fact, this is probably too much information.
Job: worked part-time as an assistant in the Physics Lecture hall at UT-Austin. My job was to supply professors with whatever tools or props they required for their lectures, including exploding things like acetylene-filled balloons, liquid nitrogen and flowers, laser light shows, Faraday devices, films about Physics, etc.. A surprisingly cool job, but I didn't leverage it into anything cooler. In fact, I blew my only television interview on the local news by insisting upon looking directly at the camera instead of the interviewer. Doh!
House: moved out of home at 17, to the great surprise of my mom, but the rented house was nothing special, and I only lasted a few months there, before moving to another shared house, with some of the same room-mates (but not all). Thinking back, I can still visualize the place: here is where I did my first real drugs (umm, self-censored the rest of this anecdote). I think it was a three bedroom house on 32nd street, but I'm not positive about that.
CD: see, I'm an old geezer, comparatively, and the tale of my first CD (Sonic Youth's Experimental Jet Set, couldn't find a vinyl edition for a reasonable price, so finally purchased a CD player,and CDs to play on it) isn't really what your question seeks to answer. You want to know what the first music I purchased, which to my mix of shame and shoulder-shrug was AC/DC's Highway to Hell. I do have MP3 copies of those songs still, but I notice most of the tracks have 2 star ratings, and thus never get played. At the time, I lived in East Texas, and AC/DC was the devils music, so any listening to it was akin to eternal damnation. Or something.
I risked it.
