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I present to the world “The Genius of the New Millineum Renaisance Man.” A product of God’s love, and the sacrifice of a King named Frank and a Queen named Alberta. I am a Philosopher. I am a Scientist. I am a Musician. I am a Gamer. I am a Giant. I am a Husband, Father, and Lover. I am Darrell “Saskwatch” Bell. I am normally not this dramatic. 

Creationists and those who believe in evolution don’t agree on much, especially when it comes to the creation of the universe.  However a consensus can be found in one aspect.  Whether it was “Let there be light!”, or the Big Bang, the cosomos as we know it started with a sound.  That sound becomes rhythm, and that rhythm is in me.  I remember listening to the earliest Hip-Hop recordings on an old white clock-radio. I think it may have been AM only. While eating my cereal before school, the sounds of Sugar Hill Gang and Rapping Duke would be blasting in the kitchen, much to my mother’s dismay.  I couldn’t help it – it was the rhythm.  I remember sneaking and scratching my dad’s James Brown records. I made what was called “Pause Tapes” to loop the rhythm. You see, this was in the days before samplers and ProTools. I love music to the point of wanting to create it. While I sucked when I was in the band, I had potential as a DJ. Just like DJs Kieth Hollard and Dr. Feelgood on WAOK  could create a vibration for escapism.  I needed to create my own path to freedom through the spinning of records. Oddly enough, I don’t remember my first gig. However, I remember many bodies dancing throughout the years.  I have spun in clubs, homes. and weddings. It was not until I got on the radio where I felt like my inner drum became one with the sound of the universe.  I spun my remixed touch of Drum & Bass for a couple of yeas on WCLK, and I was syndicated nationally for a year doing Hip-Hop mixes. Sound becomes rhythm, and the rhythm is still in me.
I have always been attracted to buttons. Nice – shiny – buttons.  You push one, and stuff just happens. Well, that would have been good enough for most, but I have to know why things change when you press the button. What happens if you push more than one button? What happen if  you chain these presses in various sequences?  Imagine a young boy with his first computer at the age of 11.  He would sit at his TI-99 4/A for hours at a time as part of some daily ritual. All that could be heard from his room were the clicking of little shiny black buttons with letters on them.  He learned to push those buttons, and to push them well.  I wrote software – lot’s of it through the years.  Mostly for fun and for learning.  I eventually opened up my own business at the age of 20, while still a student, developing software for colleges and businesses. It was my own fear of failure that made me become a corporate wage slave. It was too bad that I didn’t realize how successful I really was until much later.  I kept coding though. Instead of  coding for the betterment of self or mankind, I wrote for the betterment of The Man. The shiny buttons now allows me to be a provider for my family. 

I am the most proud of my family. Accomplishment means nothing without family. They give my life meaning, purpose, and context. 
I have had a blessed life to this point, though these are uncertain times, I don’t see that changing.  I have been an honor student all of my life, well almost all of my life. Georgia Tech obviously used a different grading system from what the rest of the world was using. However, I graduated. The education I got there did not come from a mere class room. I dare say no. It was the life lessons that I learned there. I learned to aspire for greatness. Morals matter. Entrepanuership (sp) should be Plan A instead of Plan B. Good women do exist. Finding them was easy, learning how to properly love them was hard. While all of these realizations helped form the foundation of my adult life, perhaps it was the lesson of being true to one’s self was the greatest. There is nothing wrong with being a nerd, ex-DJ, turned family man. This blog stands as a testament to that.
RANDOM FACTS IN SOME UNKNOWN ORDER:
  • I remember being close to three when I read my first word. That word was FORD.
  • I remember what a certain bully named James did to me while I was in Pre-School. The horror should not be repeated.
  • I remember a girl named Melissa who thought she was a boy and a bully. I remember the conflict that I felt when I had to remind her she was neither.
  • I designed the school logo for my elementary school
  • Mannish ways started in middle school. I “scooped” my first booty. I think it was the Cynthia’s or Shawna’s – not sure. I do remember it was nice, but didn’t understand why it was nice.
  • I remember my Gifted Program teacher getting into beef with my regular teacher. I got called out for cutting class for going to my Gifted class?
  • High school: Lot’s of trophies, certificates, and awards – all for nerd stuff.  Girls thought I was cute. Parents were over protective, thusly nullifying said cuteness.
  • I learned to be an individual in college. I learned to love in college. I learned how to think for self in college.  I learned to work hard in college. Optics, Combinitorics, Calculus 5 – eh, not so much.
  • I was an active DJ for 10 years before I stopped trying to do gigs.  I went on to help run the now defunct Digital-DJs.com for a little over four years.
  • Speaking of Digital-DJs… I learned some of the saddest people with no life are actually some of the smartest people. I also learned that high minded ideals of a web-based community like ours can quickly go the way of Youtube comments if you not careful. It got depressing, so I shut the site down.
  • It is very hard to be a moderator and a participant in a web community. It is probably better moderate what you own, and socialize in somebody else’s community.
  • I have a love/hate relationship with the media tools.  There are only a few outlets of thoughtful research and analysis left on the web.  What is left over gets diced up by bloggers.  Blogs get aggregated to FriendFeed or Facebook, just to be condensed to a 140 character Twitter post.  How are we supposed to have a dialogue about something that suffers form 3 degrees of seperation.  It reminds me of that game when you whisper in somebody’s ear and they pass it on… 10 people later… “The rain in Spain” becomes “Richard likes cocaine”.
  • I was a pretty good basketball player.
  • I was a coach for 10 and under basketball.  We placed 3rd in the state. I miss coaching.
  • My oldest son is an honor student too.