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Older than the Internet

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I just found out that I am 33 days OLDER than the internet.  ARPANET connected and the 1st message was exchanged on October 29th, 1969.  They managed to send the letters “LO” and the system crashed.  No, that wasn’t short for “hello”, but rather that start of the word “logon”.

There you go… I’m officially older than the internet.

Cool!

WRFL… How it Went Down

Many may know that I did a stint in radio.  WRFL 88.1 (aka Radio Free Lexington) was an alternative college music station that I joined and even ran while back in college here at UK.

DSCN3339-300x225I moved to Lexington, Kentucky back in 1988.  It took me 4.5 years to nail down my degrees (major in Telecom with a minor in Psychology) then I moved to my day job staying on at the University.  I’ve worked here for the last 16 (going on 17) years and the University of Kentucky has been a part of my life for more than 21 years now.

Back when I came to campus there was the typical Freshmen welcome weekend where all the clubs rolled out their red carpet to attract students.  WRFL had been on the air for just a few months having launched earlier that same year.  I did a tour and signed up to be get an air shift and be trained.  Starting out in the overnight, I became friends with a crew of people who basically lived at the station through the night.  It was, to say the least, an eye opening and amazing time of my life.

After a year, Paul Meyers, the first General Manager of WRFL decided to give up the role and I applied for the job.  As a college Freshman, I became the second GM for the station and I help charter the second and third year of the station.

Why am I sharing all this today?  I just discovered a documentary on YouTube that looks back on the launch of this alternative beacon of music and shares the stories of those who started it all.  I knew everyone interviewed here and came in for the second wave to help it grow.  This station did more than shape my musical taste, it helped shape a lot of my views on life.

WRFL 88.1 … The only alternative left on the dial!

Part 1 … 8 min, 57 sec

Part 2 is up on YouTube (I4BQQ8iOViA), but the service has blocked the audio for some odd reason. If part two becomes available once again on down the road, I’ll toss it into my blog roll here.

It’s really amazing to see some of my old friends faces once again. Interested in listening to what WRFL is playing today? Join their online feed here or check out the station here.

Why do I blog?

It’s funny how things you write in the past prove just as relevant today. I wrote this for an old blog I used to maintain outside of CR. John Wilson and I were talking and it reminded me of this post. I showed it to John and he convinced me to share it here. Cheers!
Originally Written on January 13, 2008
This has kind of become a blog on a quest for a reason to exist.
I’ve talked a bit about music. I’ve talked a bit about politics. I’ve covered some news I found interesting. I’ve even told you a few personal stories and quoted a few people I enjoy. What I haven’t found is the actual course I want to chart with this space on the internet and I believe every space should have a reason to exist.
For the life of me, I’m not sure what that reason should be as I’m not particularly famous and I’m not always particularly interesting (though I can be when called upon). If I were to chart my life here it would read very much the same each day. Work at the University of Kentucky and update a website focused on comic books.
My wife blogs about her life a little and covers her daily work with horses which is a great topic for her. She’s building a following on the internet in her own right. Over on my main website dedicated to comics, it’s getting quite a good following. Writing for the sake of simply writing just doesn’t seem enough to justify a blog in today’s cluttered internet.
Taking stock and looking for a topic or a point, I guess I have lived a lot of life in my time so far…
I’ve had lunch with Frank Miller and I’ve drank at a bar with Ice-T. I’ve shaken both the hand of David Hasselhoff as he filmed Knight Rider and Nelson Mandela as he exited a hotel in Washington, DC. I’ve walked the trails of Mount Rainier outside Seattle touching snow at the base of its peaks (pictured right, it might just be my favorite spot on this planet).
I’ve slept in the hotel where a would be assassin tried to kill then President Ronald Regan more times than I can count. I’ve walked the halls of the Watergate Hotel. I’ve sat in on congress as reproductive rights legislation was argued and I saw the Pentagon just days after the plane took down its walls.
I listened to amazing music in New Orleans just before Katrina hit and in Memphis well after the days of Elvis were done. I’ve swam in every ocean that borders our fine country and watched at different times legends such as BB King, Lou Reed and Dr. John play before packed halls.
I’ve been on the set as movies were filmed. I’ve joked around with Dee Dee Ramone and Ace Fraley in the World Trade Center before it fell and hung out with the Pixies backstage during their first round as a band. I organized concerts for the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Violent Femmes. I’ve checked ID’s at a night club door while still only eighteen. I’ve introduced battles of the bands and organized many smaller shows for clubs. I’ve even taken in a drag show laughing at the humor of Miss Raven in Atlanta with some friends who are no longer with us today.
I was there on the front lawn of the White House when Bill Clinton took his first oath of office as President and stood in Florida as EPCOT Center was in its first few weeks of existence. I’ve watched with pride as my mother charted political campaigns in Ohio and watched candidates I support lose more times than they’ve won.
I’ve joked at funerals, ridiculed weddings, celebrated losses and cried at births.
I was sitting in front of a television watching as MTv went on the air, the bands took the stage for Live Aid, the Challenger explored and the World Trade Center fell.
I’ve owned and run seven comic book stores and given away X-Men #1 twice. I’ve read more comics than most and fewer than some. I’ve been a gamer geek and told a lot of stories about superheroes over the years. I’ve debated the physics of a broadsword on more than one occasion and made some great friendships.
I’ve managed a radio station and even hosted my own radio show (the Hammer Party) for a time. I’ve played music on the radio by bands no one has ever heard of both in the night and during the day. At one point, I had an on-air shift that followed Ashley Judd and I will forever lament the last show of the Resurrected Bloated Floaters.
I’ve walked the streets of more than a few cities at 3AM and rode the subways of New York long past the point of safety and long after the bars had closed. I’ve traveled to almost every state in the US (excluding Hawaii) and I’ve swayed to the sound of the Butthole Surfers as the strobe lights raged at a New York club called The World while a riot engulfed the streets of Alphabet City.
I’ve worked in sports promotion and I’ve been part of a merry group of travelers who supported the sport of powerboat and unlimited hydroplane racing giving me that feeling of running off and joining the circus. I’ve seen a boat go well over 200 mph on the water throwing a ton of water in the air and ridden in one that took me through a 90 degree turn just after hitting 100 mph. I’ve eaten pancakes with the fine people of Saskatoon, I’ve rolled with the punches in Bay City even stumbling upon an unexpected street concert by Cheap Trick.
I’ve seen powerboats hung from billboards in Florida by accident, shared a meal with the legendary Seebold family, heard tales of testing Mercury engines on Lake X, watched as boats almost flew into crowds during exhibition runs and heard tell of one boat that was actually lost in a rainstorm while driving cross country. I’ve taken photographs of these fine crafts which have been seen on the web, in magazines and even on t-shirts and been heralded with awards for my work.
One foggy morning I watched as a friend died during a testing session in San Diego (fare the well George Stratton) and seen more than a few people injured pursing a sport they loved. I’ve attended functions with August Bush IV, CEO of Budweiser, more than once and I’ve worked to support the series both while drunk and while so tired I could barely stand.
I’ve been lucky enough to have a father who laid out the map of the United States at the end of a school year and asked time and again in all sincerity… “Where do you want to go?” I’ve also been lucky enough to have a mother who made sure I had the support needed to get me there.
I’ve watched the sun set on the streets of Anchorage, Alaska at 11 PM at night and spotted a moose walking through those same downtown area well past midnight. I’ve raised horses and been a bit of a farmer (though my wife does more work than me). I’ve traveled cross-country by car more than once. I’ve flown cross-country more times than I can count even taking to the air the day the skies reopened after 9-11.
I’ve beat the house in Vegas and lost my shirt once or twice. I play blackjack with a legend coaching me and met a dealer who had worked the same table since before I was born. I fell in love with that city, not for it’s lights and excitement but for the ghost of its past and the mystique of what it once was.
I know the love an amazing woman who has proven herself to be the greatest thing I’ve every known. I am happy in ways no man should be and driven to do more with each 24 hours than anyone expects. Those same hours always seem to fade away quicker than they should. I never feel like I’ve done enough but then I see how a man like Leonard Cohen can take a year to write a single song that just might change the world and I’m reminded I might be doing more than I should.
Why do a blog?
I don’t have that answer yet, but I know I want to write and I know the answer will come. I’ll find a purpose for writing one day soon. Until that time, I’ll just write. Read if you wish… I’ll try and keep it interesting.

It’s funny how things you write in the past prove just as relevant today. I wrote this for an old blog I used to maintain outside of CR. John Wilson and I were talking and it reminded me of this post. I showed it to John and he convinced me to share it here. Cheers!

Originally Written on January 13, 2008

This has kind of become a blog on a quest for a reason to exist.

I’ve talked a bit about music. I’ve talked a bit about politics. I’ve covered some news I found interesting. I’ve even told you a few personal stories and quoted a few people I enjoy. What I haven’t found is the actual course I want to chart with this space on the internet and I believe every space should have a reason to exist.

For the life of me, I’m not sure what that reason should be as I’m not particularly famous and I’m not always particularly interesting (though I can be when called upon). If I were to chart my life here it would read very much the same each day. Work at the University of Kentucky and update a website focused on comic books.

My wife blogs about her life a little and covers her daily work with horses which is a great topic for her. She’s building a following on the internet in her own right. Over on my main website dedicated to comics, it’s getting quite a good following. Writing for the sake of simply writing just doesn’t seem enough to justify a blog in today’s cluttered internet.

Taking stock and looking for a topic or a point, I guess I have lived a lot of life in my time so far…

mountrainierI’ve had lunch with Frank Miller and I’ve drank at a bar with Ice-T. I’ve shaken both the hand of David Hasselhoff as he filmed Knight Rider and Nelson Mandela as he exited a hotel in Washington, DC. I’ve walked the trails of Mount Rainier outside Seattle touching snow at the base of its peaks (pictured right, it might just be my favorite spot on this planet).

I’ve slept in the hotel where a would be assassin tried to kill then President Ronald Regan more times than I can count. I’ve walked the halls of the Watergate Hotel. I’ve sat in on congress as reproductive rights legislation was argued and I saw the Pentagon just days after the plane took down its walls.

I listened to amazing music in New Orleans just before Katrina hit and in Memphis well after the days of Elvis were done. I’ve swam in every ocean that borders our fine country and watched at different times legends such as BB King, Lou Reed and Dr. John play before packed halls.

I’ve been on the set as movies were filmed. I’ve joked around with Dee Dee Ramone and Ace Fraley in the World Trade Center before it fell and hung out with the Pixies backstage during their first round as a band. I organized concerts for the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the Violent Femmes. I’ve checked ID’s at a night club door while still only eighteen. I’ve introduced battles of the bands and organized many smaller shows for clubs. I’ve even taken in a drag show laughing at the humor of Miss Raven in Atlanta with some friends who are no longer with us today.

I was there on the front lawn of the White House when Bill Clinton took his first oath of office as President and stood in Florida as EPCOT Center was in its first few weeks of existence. I’ve watched with pride as my mother charted political campaigns in Ohio and watched candidates I support lose more times than they’ve won.

I’ve joked at funerals, ridiculed weddings, celebrated losses and cried at births.

I was sitting in front of a television watching as MTv went on the air, the bands took the stage for Live Aid, the Challenger explored and the World Trade Center fell.

I’ve owned and run seven comic book stores and given away X-Men #1 twice. I’ve read more comics than most and fewer than some. I’ve been a gamer geek and told a lot of stories about superheroes over the years. I’ve debated the physics of a broadsword on more than one occasion and made some great friendships.

I’ve managed a radio station and even hosted my own radio show (the Hammer Party) for a time. I’ve played music on the radio by bands no one has ever heard of both in the night and during the day. At one point, I had an on-air shift that followed Ashley Judd and I will forever lament the last show of the Resurrected Bloated Floaters.

I’ve walked the streets of more than a few cities at 3AM and rode the subways of New York long past the point of safety and long after the bars had closed. I’ve traveled to almost every state in the US (excluding Hawaii) and I’ve swayed to the sound of the Butthole Surfers as the strobe lights raged at a New York club called The World while a riot engulfed the streets of Alphabet City.

I’ve worked in sports promotion and I’ve been part of a merry group of travelers who supported the sport of powerboat and unlimited hydroplane racing giving me that feeling of running off and joining the circus. I’ve seen a boat go well over 200 mph on the water throwing a ton of water in the air and ridden in one that took me through a 90 degree turn just after hitting 100 mph. I’ve eaten pancakes with the fine people of Saskatoon, I’ve rolled with the punches in Bay City even stumbling upon an unexpected street concert by Cheap Trick.

I’ve seen powerboats hung from billboards in Florida by accident, shared a meal with the legendary Seebold family, heard tales of testing Mercury engines on Lake X, watched as boats almost flew into crowds during exhibition runs and heard tell of one boat that was actually lost in a rainstorm while driving cross country. I’ve taken photographs of these fine crafts which have been seen on the web, in magazines and even on t-shirts and been heralded with awards for my work.

One foggy morning I watched as a friend died during a testing session in San Diego (fare the well George Stratton) and seen more than a few people injured pursing a sport they loved. I’ve attended functions with August Bush IV, CEO of Budweiser, more than once and I’ve worked to support the series both while drunk and while so tired I could barely stand.

I’ve been lucky enough to have a father who laid out the map of the United States at the end of a school year and asked time and again in all sincerity… “Where do you want to go?” I’ve also been lucky enough to have a mother who made sure I had the support needed to get me there.

I’ve watched the sun set on the streets of Anchorage, Alaska at 11 PM at night and spotted a moose walking through those same downtown area well past midnight. I’ve raised horses and been a bit of a farmer (though my wife does more work than me). I’ve traveled cross-country by car more than once. I’ve flown cross-country more times than I can count even taking to the air the day the skies reopened after 9-11.

I’ve beat the house in Vegas and lost my shirt once or twice. I play blackjack with a legend coaching me and met a dealer who had worked the same table since before I was born. I fell in love with that city, not for it’s lights and excitement but for the ghost of its past and the mystique of what it once was.

I am happy in ways no man should be and driven to do more with each 24 hours than anyone expects. Those same hours always seem to fade away quicker than they should. I never feel like I’ve done enough but then I see how a man like Leonard Cohen can take a year to write a single song that just might change the world and I’m reminded I might be doing more than I should.

Why do a blog?

I don’t have that answer yet, but I know I want to write and I know the answer will come. I’ll find a purpose for writing one day soon. Until that time, I’ll just write. Read if you wish… I’ll try and keep it interesting.