I was super pumped after graduation.  I could finally change my Twitter profile.

Okay, so this wasn’t my immediate thought upon receiving my diploma.  But it was the first time I sat on Twitter afterward.  (Which was totally a good three days later, since my sister, boyfriend, and I went road-tripping less than 24 hours after graduation.)

“Waiting to finish college. Ready for new things.”

Admittedly, I had a blast my last semester on campus.  But I’ve been itching to be officially on my own for ages.  At DePauw we’re required to live on campus, meaning every summer we’re required to move out and completely on the school’s schedule.  Before college, I hadn’t moved before in my life.  I am no fan of the temporary feeling this created for each living arrangement I’ve had for the last four years.

Frosh school year in a dorm, that summer in a duplex on campus, soph year in a dorm for first half and a house for second, apartment in Indy over the summer, house junior year, home for summer and fall, same house senior year but had to re-move everything in.

Then I opted to live at home for this summer prior to my big move.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am super glad I stuck around Indiana and specifically Fort Wayne one last time.  My high school gang was all home,  which is truly a rare occurrence.  Plus, taking the summer off allowed for some traveling and doing fun things like attending WPC and being on a panel for the SPIRIT project at Purdue.

“College finished. Moving across the country for new things.”

I about tagged this post “Life After College”.  I still might.  It just made me pause.  I made it to what I’ve been waiting for what seems like ages.  Past four years, my one goal was to have a job after graduation.

My nana, who has no short term memory, asks me every time we talk about me moving away, “How long will you be gone?”  I enjoy having no answer.  I mean, my boyfriend and I are already planning on him joining me after next summer, and I plan to stick around for the full cycle of the product I’m working on.  After that?  No clue.

It’s just nice not already planning the next move.

My 23rd Birthday

On my 23rd birthday last month, I prepared an Italian dinner for my high school friends.

Our “weekly dinner” this summer ensures we see one another on a regular basis during possibly the last time we all reside in Fort Wayne.  I made one of my favorite dishes:  manicotti.  It’s one of those “family” recipes that you’ll often find on the back of a box.  This one we refer to as “Sheila’s Manicotti”.

For this meal however, both the tiny Scott’s near my house and the big Scott’s on Clinton had no manicotti noodles.  I had an employee check, and even he was perplexed why there was different pasta taking up manicotti’s space on the shelf.  I resorted to big shells.  Turns out, they’re much easier to fill.

It took me much longer than it should have to prepare the food. Two of my friends were distractingly vocal about their hunger, until I pointed out they could eat the French bread while they waited.  They demolished it.  Dinner was prepared with little time to spare for the friend who had to leave for a rehearsal.  Of all our dinners, this was possibly the calmest.

After dinner, the three girls chilled in my parents’ bedroom, which currently houses my recliner.  We discussed whatever.  Random dating stuff.

Eventually my dad called, and while I was on the phone, my friends quietly left.  My house felt really empty after their departure, even though my boyfriend was still there.

The day prior my family had received word that my aunt Sheila had 24-48 hours left to live.  Some time between finishing our manicotti dinner and going upstairs, Sheila had gone quietly surrounded by her three sisters and two brother-in-laws.

DePauw President Casey’s Inauguration

The day President Brian Casey was inaugurated at my university is another day I’ll remember vividly, but with much more abrupt emotion.

The whole affair was insane.  The party tent on the lawn, for special guests, had real doors!  The procession rivals commencement, if not surpasses it, since it’s for just one person.  I arrived late, so I stood in back for the ceremony.  Afterward, I was hanging with one of my professors and Ed when my mom called.

“Sheila has ALS.”

It was like getting hit by a truck.  I briskly stepped away from Ed and our prof.  It took everything I had to muster together a coherent response.  I think I asked what the next steps were.  Something to acknowledge I had received the message.  The important thing was I managed to hang up the phone before reacting.  Ed stopped mid-sentence after I hung up, came over, and wrapped me in a hug, with no clue what had happened.  I broke down.  We were in the middle of the academic quad.  There was still remnants of the large crowd.  My prof told me after I shared the news I had received that hoped she’d be better soon.  Ed’s retort explaining it’s a terminal illness calmed me.  I can handle logic, and Ed’s protectiveness was comforting.

My strong reaction was in part, easiest way for me to explain, due to selfish reasons.  ”Not again, not again, not again,” ran through my head more as a feeling than a fully formed thought.  This threw mortality in my face.  Twenty-four years prior, on another memorable day, my mother’s father also passed away due to ALS.

With Sheila’s diagnosis, what we feared true was confirmed.  These two cases of ALS, along with the probable case of my mother’s grandmother, were outside the 90-95% of all other cases in their classification as Familial ALS.  It’s a disease that in over fifty years has seen essentially no progress.  There has been no significant change in prognosis.  While some DNA markers have been identified, they haven’t unlocked any secrets.  Sheila did DNA testing and had no such markers.

However, the emotional ripple this disease has left in my family is strong.  This disease takes away your muscle function, but leaves your brain completely in tact.  The majority of patients die from respiratory failure.  Imagine sitting in your body completely aware and unable to make yourself breathe.  Or having your family visit you, listen to them talk, but be unable to respond.

I never met my grandfather.  He died three years before I was born.  Yet, I know how much my nana loved him.  Loves him.  Oh, the way she would every once in a while talk about some man her age attempting to hit on her.  With such disdain.  No one else was good enough.

Choosing a charity has always been an impossibility to me.  There are just so many causes.  This year changed that for me.  There are just five cousins in this section of my family.  And my mother is fifteen years younger than her sister.  Any one of us could be the next victim.

The audio in this post were excerpts from my StoryCorps interview of my mother in which I asked her to remember her father and her recently deceased sister, Sheila Edmund.  Sheila requested contributions be made to the ALS Association, 1810 Mackenzie Drive, Columbus, OH 43220 or HomeReach Hospice, 3595 Olentangy River Road, Columbus, OH 43214-4034.

While Microsoft always brings out the Surfaces for their conferences, my strongest memory of the interactive coffee table happened at BlogHer09 with the Surface in the wild at the Sheraton.  (Have I mentioned how sad I am that I’m missing BlogHer10 because I’ll be  in final prep for my big move?)

I was preparing to leave the conference when Ed introduced her parents to the Tile game on the surface.  It’s a 1-6 player game that involves group like-colored tiles together to clear them from your pie slice / send a bomb to your opponents, while destroying bombs before they hit your stack of blocks.  And that’s the entire game.  However, it’s damn addicting, as others can attest.  In fact, I got quite antsy waiting for Ed’s family to declare themselves done, so I could make my bus.  Which could be the real reason why this sticks out to me, but still, it’s cause of that game!

I stopped by the Surface booth at WPC10 with Israel Arribas (Spain)and Steve Markovitch (US), where we had a casual conversation while Steve played with the Surface for the first time.  (He loved it, btw.)

The Surface was originally developed as a multi-user in-home gaming device.  While there are now some very advanced applications built for the device, the Surface team still finds people who will sit at it for incredibly long periods of time playing the Tile game.  One of the new demos is a space game that takes more strategy.  We all had to be walked through it.

Last year, Darren shared with me the insurance on moving these things is incredibly high (since the price is so high).  However, they are surprisingly durable.  There have been some that have broken during transit, but in these cases it was clear they weren’t handled “fragiley”.  In one case, they appeared as though they had been stacked about three high and had taken a tumble.  The thing still functioned, but there was a nice crack down the center of the screen.  As it is a big investment, Microsoft has worked with a Partner to create a screen protector that is used for high risk/usage areas such as casinos and bars.

The one thing that got me during our conversation was the point these things are hard to use in direct sunlight.  It shouldn’t come as a surprise that customers would want to place this collaborative device in a bright spot.  People love to bask in sunlight.  (I mean, c’mon, we need that Vitamin D to keep up our good moods.)  However, they cannot replace the projector with an LED screen because that would block the very cameras that read what is touching the screen.

There is an updated version that will be coming out at some point in the future, but the only info divulged was the screen will be skinner and the computer will be more like the width of a hand rather than the whole base.  If the price is also able to come down, I think that’d help encourage Partners to create new applications.  Although they offered a ton of information on the Surface to Partners last year, I haven’t noticed a big increase in general interest, and I’ve just assumed it’s due to the fact that only companies with a big budget afford to purchase them.

But hey, I can comprehend saving up for Kinect to navigate through my movies and video chat using my TV, so I’m good to go.  (Gaming, what?)

Thank you Twitter! I was sitting in a session on productivity, when the @WPCDC Twitter account tweeted:

@WPCDC: See Bill Buxton speak now at the #WPC10 Expo Theater – back of the Expo Hall by MPN Booth #484!

I up and left that session, and rushed over.  (I have got to figure out my way around this place. Went down a huge staircase and up another to get to the Expo.  Needless to say, I was out of breath.)

Kinect (formerly Project Natal), the new controller-less technology for Xbox, has been the center of a lot of hype since its first announcement.  Bill Buxton, a principal researcher at Microsoft,  fights against the notion that newer is better by presenting these two scenarios:

1. Kinect in the home.
2. Kinect on an airplane.

Clearly you can’t be jumping around in an airplane.

Similarly, conference calls are used to join people remotely, but on an airplane you could lose your job by sharing confidential information aloud.  The focus is what is appropriate technology for the situation.

The four watches above utilize “touch” technology.  The first allows you to swipe number on the screen, which then are shown on the display.  There is a touch screen keyboard on the second watch, and with the third you can touch different areas around the watch to activate a compass, thermometer, etc.  The final watch has a phyiscal keyboard.

Now which watch is the outlier?

The majority of engineers’ gut choice is the watch with the physical keyboard.  However, the instructions could be the same for both the watch with the physical keyboard and the watch with the touch screen keyboard.  The outlier is the watch that takes input via swipes.  When looking at the watch, you wouldn’t easily guess that’s how you input data.  Bill says there lies the difference between a designer and an engineer.  It’s a good point, and an instinct I have to fight myself on.

Finally, guess what year the watch with the swipe technology was developed.

Answer:  1984

Buxton has written columns for Business Week, and in October 2009, he wrote on this very topic.  Tomorrow, he returns to WPC during the A-List feature of the morning keynote.  You should be able to watch it live at Digital WPC starting at 9 AM ET.  (Bill Clinton is also keynoting tomorrow, and all cameras and video are banned, so if the live stream isn’t happening, that’s why.)

On that note, I return to the stage during the same feature with the rest of the S2B students to share our accomplishments with Partners.  (Students interested in the training and submitting their resume to potential employers, register with Experience, Inc.)  If you don’t catch it live, the recorded session of the keynote will be up later in the day.

Note to Bill Buxton:  My apologies for the awkwardness when I came after your presentation.  My intention was to tell you how much I appreciate your passion in fighting for the user, but I tripped up cause I was in “Tech celebrity!” awe.

A year ago, I was in New Orleans for the first time with Ed to attend Microsoft’s Worldwide Partner Conference.  While next month I’ll begin my job at Microsoft testing a Microsoft product, this conference is about the non-Microsoft folks that generate approximately 90% of Microsoft’s income.  (That percentage is so high, I feel like I’m remembering it wrong.)

Partners include consulting firms from those that employee under fifty such as my summer employer in 2009, Aptera Software, to those that employee thousands such as Avanade as well as big name companies such as Best Buy and HP.  Other examples of partners are web hosts and ISVs.  ISV stands for independent software vendors and is just a fancy way of saying a company that develops software products, such as DyKnow, which was developed at DePauw by Dave Berque.

While Ed and I were brought in to represent the Imagine Cup, Mihai Nadas (Romania) and Darren Doyle (Ireland) came as Microsoft Student Partners to talk up Microsoft’s Students to Business program.  I had an absolute blast working with these guys covering the event and letting partners know they can help themselves by helping today’s students.

In fact, we made such a splash that this year there are sixteen students attending from fourteen different countries.  We’ve created a blog planet to aggregate our posts, and you can find our tweets with the hashtag #S2BWPC.

Tomorrow morning, we are starting bright and early with an 8 AM keynote that anyone can watch.  I am actually excited to sit in on these keynotes to see how things have changed from last year.  Now my sleeping schedule is clearly wacked as I’m a night owl with the summer off who has been sorting through my belongings in the midst of the night for the past week, so it’s time for me to sign off.

Wish me luck tomorrow.

In January, I traveled to Microsoft’s Redmond campus for the Microsoft Student Insider Program Kick-Off.  What follows is a write-up of my interview with Kevin Grey, a Software Development Engineer on the Time Management team for Windows Phone.

Kevin Grey was initially attracted to Computer Science because the grade was clear cut:  either the code works or it doesn’t.  This was an environment he thrived in as it allowed him to distinguish himself without subjectivity.  He was able to focus on learning rather than worrying about the grade.  He also lucked out that he enjoyed programming, because if he’s not interested in the work, he won’t do it.

After working for a VOIP company, Grey moved to Boston and took a position with a consulting firm.  The Boston firm assigned him to work on Pocket PC applications, which was Grey’s first experience with mobile computing.  He was fascinated with programming for a computer with such tiny specifications.

Later, Grey moved to New Jersey and took a position with a different consulting firm located there.  While there he received a phone call out of the blue from Microsoft, who had gotten his name from his time at the VOIP company.  He interviewed for an architect position, which he didn’t get.  He hadn’t felt ready for that position, so three months later he interviewed for a Software Development Engineer in Test (SDET) on the Windows Mobile team.  He initially received a no hire decision, but was called back for a different SDET opening.  Although he was hired as an SDET, his goal was to become a developer.  Today, he successfully holds the title of Software Development Engineer.

Grey worked with Diane Curtis, who now runs the US Imagine Cup, when she was a Program Manager (PM) on the Windows Mobile team.  Diane asked Grey if he would like to be involved, and he hasn’t missed a year since.  He started as an interviewer when the competition format involved students competing individually.  Students would work their way through unit tests, and if they passed, they were interviewed.  He has also mentored a team.  (What follows is a scenario I would have LOVED.)  The process for that year involved creating an application over a week.  Students were flown in and mentored for a week and participated in a huge coding party.  Microsoft rented out the Courtyard Marriott for the geek out week, and since it took place in Bellevue, WA, the final judging was done by high level Microsoft employees from the Redmond campus.

As an experienced judge, Grey stresses that students be prepared to acknowledge and defend the weaknesses of their projects.  Many times there are a fair number of PMs judging.  While they may ask high level technical questions, Grey wants to know how much of the project is actually implemented.  The more a team has implemented, the more the team understands about the feasibility of their project.

The Imagine Cup matches perfectly with Grey’s advice that outside classroom experience is essential for success in the field of Computer Science.  You won’t learn everything you need for a job in your CS Courses and experiences such as the Imagine Cup and internships can help fill that gap.

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When I first decided to do the technology thing, I hadn’t given much thought to how I was introduced to the field.  Computers hadn’t always been around my home, because I remember when my family got our first computer.  It was normal though, and before long we had a kid computer and a parent computer.  My dad was the one who set up all our computer stuff (actual computers, printers, scanners, home network) and even installed some hardware.  So when I got to school, I considered my dad technical since he did the hardware thing just fine.  I just considered my mom more with the times, since she takes on new tech much quicker than my dad.  (She’s wanted texting for ages at this point, and we’re forcing my dad to get it to make our lives easier.)

It wasn’t until within the last year or so that it finally dawned on me just how technical my mom, Brenda White, is.  When I was in elementary school, my mom worked as a director in the medical records department of the local non-profit healthcare system.  This was back when everything was on paper, microfilm, and microfiche.  I remember the stacks upon stacks of manila folders, like the stacks of books in the quiet sections of your local public library, with the colorful tabs bearing the beginning initials of the patient’s last name.

While I was in high school, my mom switched to a job that had to do with implementing new systems.  She had to coordinate downtimes, training, making sure the new systems worked with other systems that communicated with the old system, etc.  She tested things and broke things, to work out the kinks before going live in the hospital.  “Go live” dates meant times where my mom would leave for work in the middle of the night and times where she was extremely busy and possibly very stressed if things were cutting it close.  Despite the stress, these were very important dates that she was very happy about when the project was successfully implemented.

When it got around time for me to enter college, there was a reorg at my mom’s work and she had the opportunity to apply for a new job.  This was bigger than her last change, when she was still working in the medical records department; her new job would be in the IS department, and she would be reporting directly to the CIO!  How sweet is that?

She now spends her days in charge of a ton of software solutions, which makes me feel even more silly about it being such a surprise that my mom is a technical woman.  I think part of this is because when she was first implementing applications, it was before I began my official foray into technology, so it was just a part of my mom’s job.  You know, nothing notable.    Also, you have to cut me some slack; she went to college for music management.  Since she returned to school early on in my childhood to receive a degree in health management, I got stuck on the management aspects of her director positions.

Now I cannot wait until we attend a technical conference together, because my mom totally gets how much fun they are.  I love that!  She is an awesome example of not needing to enter college or even the workforce as a computer loving geek to become a technical person.  It was something she learned on the job and embraced, and that approach worked just fine!

My school week consisted of just Monday and Tuesday this week. I’m attending SIGCSE for the remainder of the week to promote the Imagine Cup to CS Educators. Malisa picked me up from DePauw Tuesday night to make for an easier commute to the airport come Wednesday morning. With it essentially being a Friday, Malisa and John declared it a Big Bang Theory marathon night. As marathon style is the only way I’ve watched the Big Bang Theory, I was totally okay with this.

We watched Season 2, which I didn’t realize is the same season I marathoned before until the end of the first disk. Around 11 PM, after switching to the second disk, my phone began to rang. Malisa and John were laughing and talking about the end of an episode. I went from in the moment to being outside it when I saw “Kevin (Eve’s sist…” on my phone.

Kevin is my uncle Rick’s sister-in-law. We exchanged numbers last Saturday, since she lives a town away from DePauw and could give me a ride to the hospital come when Rick is matched with a heart. It was the only reason she would be calling me.

They found a heart. They found a fucking heart. A heart!

I was flying to Milwaukee at 10 AM!

I had to hang up, because I needed my parents to tell me what to do.

When my dad picked up, he was totally calm. I had to double check that he knew. He told me to still go to Milwaukee, which I took to mean to stay put. I made him put Mom on the phone to see if she would say the same thing; she did. We discussed how my mom didn’t feel well. How today was Tuesday, so Dad had already been to Indy once today since Tuesdays have been his visit Rick days. Even though we knew Dad was going back, Mom said how he hadn’t decided yet. I hung up to call Kevin to let her know I was staying put. Mom was calling my sister to let her know of the news.

I returned to living room to tell Malisa and John. I sat back down and sent text messages as I waited for AJ to find out so I could send happy day tweets and update my Facebook status.

My 15 year old brother updated his status to say he was going to Indy and shortly thereafter I heard from AJ. She had been in a practice room when my mom called. She didn’t initially put it together that it was 11 PM at home and answered nonchalantly. She returned to her boyfriend’s practice room in a bit of shock.

We talked as she ate. At that point we both were staying put. Eventually we both started texting people and she needed to go practice, so we hung up. I began thinking how if my brother was skipping school, since my parents left Fort Wayne around 11:15 PM, then I could go and someone could just drive me to the airport come morning.

My mom called to let me know everyone was going and I told her I wanted to go. I called Kevin and caught her in time to deviate from her path to pick me up. She’d already been pulled over by a cop. I told her to breathe. The cop was awesome and let her go after telling her to be safe especially with her child in the car.

I was wide awake waiting for Kevin to get there. We chatted the entire way to the hospital. My grandparents and Eve’s ex-step-mom were in the waiting room when we got there. Eve was with Rick. My aunt and uncle came in shortly thereafter. I called my parents and they were less than 20 minutes away.

We all gathered in Rick’s room. The nurses began the blood transfusions, which from what I understand were necessary since he had been taking blood thinners. At some point my cousins (Rick’s boys) got there. The nurses brought in extra chairs, including the shower chair.

Rick’s room had to be emptied of his personal belongings, which took a lot of bags since he’s been at Methodist for four months this week. Once the room was emptied and after Rick had to shave before the final sterilizing of his skin, the adults began to nod off. My mom, aunt, and uncle all fell asleep in chairs in Rick’s room. The cousins were still up, but I couldn’t leave my rolly chair, since my dad was leaning on it from the shower chair nodding in and out.

I can’t remember when I left, but I joined the grandparents in the small waiting room. That’s the room near the critical care for heart patients. At night, there are a number of people that sleep there. I sat down next to my grandpa and talked to him for a bit, but fell asleep pretty quickly once I wrapped up in my blanket. This was around either 4 or 5 AM. When I woke up, my grandpa was asleep. I moved to a chair by myself to curl up in a ball since my legs were asleep. I woke up again when my feet were asleep and moved to one of the love seats, where I slept until 7 AM.

At that time I returned to Rick’s room and found out that once they switched from the portable VAD to the giant hospital VAD, he’d be taken to the surgery wing. We began to gather in the hallway. My cousin Travis was trying to write a final blog post saying Rick was actually being taken to surgery when Rick’s bed was wheeled out. For a moment we couldn’t find my dad; he had run out to the car to eat breakfast. We followed Rick’s bed down the hallway. I had to fight back tears once or twice when the surgery wing came into view. This was real.

We said our good lucks and good byes. I had thanked Rick back in his room for getting this show on the road before I had to leave for the airport. As Rick was rolled through the doors and we began to all move to the surgery waiting room, the actual surgeon came up to Eve to say a few things. The heart wasn’t the perfect match, but he needs it. He was well rested.

We all put down everything we were carrying. My mom and I grabbed breakfast. I ate just a bowl of Cocoa Puffs, because my mom wanted to leave at 8:15 AM for the airport. My dad went to buy my brother breakfast before we left. We joked that my brother may have ended up with $6 since my mom gave him money before my dad decided to go with him to pay.

Then we left for the airport. The closer we got to the airport, the more tired I got. I was just glad I was getting there before Malisa so I could drop my blanket off in her car. I fell asleep the moment the plane took off. I had already decided it was Malisa’s job to think for me today. We ate breakfast at the hotel, and I slept for five hours. (Actually, we both did.) I got texts while I was sleeping that said things were going well.

It wasn’t until dinner late tonight I finally talked to my mom about the surgery. It was during the Microsoft crew dinner, and someone was speaking to all of us when she called. Thinking about it now, I’m glad I was by the door, since I tore out of there to hear the details.

What a difference this had been. Finally it was all hope and not dread.

So now we wait. For good things. Finally.

The official kick off for the Microsoft Student Insider (MicrosoftSI) program took place virtually last Wednesday, January 20.  The program is organized by Jessica Anderson and Hilary Pike, and Hilary took the reins of this presentation.

The MicrosoftSI program strives to provide opportunities, nurture growth, provide insight, create a community, and help with networking.  Opportunities include conference trips such as my trip to PDC, presentations such as from Frank Arrigo and Scott Hanselman, and resources.  Growth includes online traffic, collaboration, and skills.  Insight includes access to conversations we might not otherwise hold.  Community refers to the Insider Community that has already naturally began to be built amongst the Insiders.  And finally networking, oh the ever stressed thing to do for your career, is essentially covered by the previous goals.

What I like about this program is that I’m expected to make my own experience.  While Hilary shared goals of the program, she also stressed coming up with a plan of what us Insiders want out of the experience.  I have the opportunity to interview three Microsoft employees and pick their minds.  I’ve googled them to find out some basic background information and prepare questions, but I’m excited to just sit down and chat and see where the conversation leads us.  (Thank goodness I realized I could use the Flip as an audio recorder.)

Tomorrow marks the in person kick off at Microsoft’s Redmond campus.  While I was flying out today, hit me how weird it is that Seattle will be “home” soon.  It took me about a year to begin to accidentally refer to DePauw as home, but I think if just let it sink in already, Seattle will make the transition quicker.  Flying into Seattle is already familiar.  The landscape, okay, yeah, most of it still just looks up and down all over.  (Otherwise known as hilly, but I grew up thinking hilly in terms of tiny, tiny rolling hills that were about a block long.)

The MicrosoftSI Redmond campus visit happens over two days.  In the mornings we meet as a group, in the afternoons we interview people on our own, and in the evenings we venture into Seattle.  I will laugh if I end up in the Space Needle at night again.  When I was in Seattle with Ed for our 2009 spring break, our first visit ended with us getting to the Needle after the observation deck closed, and our second visit we were there about a half-hour before it closed.

One thing that is cool about this trip is Hilary and Jessica gave me some free time so that I could meet some of my InfoPath team on Friday.  I’m cool about that now, but generally that means that directly before it happens I’ll get super nervous.  After all, this will be my team!

Whoa.  For serious.  Okay, I’m going to go back to my bubble where that isn’t a reality yet.

Basketball
I am sitting at a Fort Wayne Mad Ants basketball game.  I have such a love for Hoosier ball.  There are a couple of players on the Mad Ants who are from universities in Indiana, and I root harder for them.  I didn’t pursue coming to a Mad Ants game in prior seasons.  I am still bitter over the fall of the CBA, since I was a huge fan of the Fort Wayne Fury basketball team.  But my brother and I had free tickets to a suite, and I’m glad I’m here.  (Though, I would totally cool with a lower seat.  From here, I can’t read the numbers on the giant scoreboard.  Luckily my brother’s vision is annoyingly good.)

Last week was my brother’s first two games of his high school basketball career.  Won the first game, the second did not go so hot.  However, I am totally pumped about attending North Side basketball on a regular basis again.  Bethany and I used to regularly attend away games, especially post season.  My favorite time was when we accidentally sat ourselves smack in the middle of the South Side student section when the North Side-South Side game was at South.  Dangerous I tell you, dangerous.

Politics
I have a list of eighteen blog posts that I want to write.  I’m actually beginning to develop a pattern!  There’s one that I’m attempting to figure out how to classify.  My goal in writing this category is to figure out where I stand on things, and to get myself educated (i.e. by writing these posts, I open myself up to serious criticism, thank you blog world).  In my head I’ve classified these as “Liberal Leanings” and I can’t seem to shake the name.  The only reason for this is because I grew up in a Republican leaning household, and Republicans are called conservatives and anyone who doesn’t agree with the Republicans get called a liberal.  Thus far I still consider myself an Independent, but that’s only because I don’t consider myself educated enough either way to say what I am.

Hence the coming blog posts.  I suppose I’ll just stick with “Political Musings” or something of the like.

Now if only the internet at the Memorial Coliseum was free so I could post this live.