sistawendy | meme: that was then

You comment, I give you an age and you respond to the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and what's true now.

eeyorerin gave me 20.

I lived in: Watermargin Cooperative, 103 McGraw Place, Ithaca, NY. That's right: I was a small-town Southern geek boy in a house full of Ivy League hippies and pinkos. That house was where I discovered the joys of weatherstripping, the New York Times, and generally being social. I remember it fondly. I wish I'd discovered it sooner. I'm still in touch with one person from those days; unsurprisingly, there's a whole colony of them in the Bay Area.

I drove: a 1979 Cutlass Cruiser station wagon that was in the process of acquiring dents from two states and the District of Columbia. Water collected in the doors, which meant that mildew grew in the car and eventually made the fabric on the ceiling come unglued. I did a good enough job of stapling it back up that people sometimes took a few minutes to notice that it wasn't factory work.

I was in a relationship with: Lynne, who was a girl (?) from downstate ten years older than I was. I did a really poor job of breaking up with her.

I feared: people finding out about my transgender urges, creeping apathy about school (which was to get much worse in grad school), the crazy hard math in my signal processing course.

I worked at: a Beltway bandit called BDM in the summer down in DC. That would have been the second of three summers I worked for them, and my experiences there are worth a post of their own: wearing ties, seeing the wormy underbelly of defense contracting and DC in general, riding Metro, and meeting other trans people for the first time.

I wanted to be: a hotshot computer geek. Enh. I'm paying the bills, and even occasionally having fun at it.