Decade in review
2000- Lived in Sweden. Played in a progressive rock band. Worked odd jobs. Went to Canada, the Netherlands, Germany, Denmark, Norway, and Finland. Finally realised that being poor and uneducated sucks.
2001- Returned to the US (to Michigan, eew). Returned to Washtenaw Community College to start major number 4 (graphic design).
2002- Realised that if I was going to go to college, it may as well be in a place I liked being. Moved back to San Jose and started major number 5 (English) at De Anza College. Played in a progressive rock band. Spent a semester in London. Visited Hungary, Poland, Slovakia, Czech Republic, Germany, the Netherlands, and Ireland.
2003- Realised that living in the ghetto of San Jose sucked. Moved in with a housemate in a nice part of San Jose. Changed majors to linguistics (number 6). Realised that I prefer to live alone. Moved to the furthest west point in San Jose, almost in Cupertino. Started my first reef aquarium.
2004- Finished my IGETC cources at De Anza, left with one class left before I was degree'd. Applied to universities to work on my bachelor's degree. Rejected at Cornell, UC Berkeley, and UC Santa Cruz. Never heard back from the universities of Oregon and Washington. Accepted at Columbia and UC San Diego. Won scholarships to the University of Hawaii and UCLA. Started major number 7 (which also happened to be major number 1) at UCLA. Moved to LA. Realised that living in LA really fucking sucked.
2005- Invited on an archaeological dig in Iceland. Invited on a dig in Turkey, which cancelled the Iceland invite. Invited by a friend to drive to Alaska. Couldn't go, as I'd be in Icelan... Turkey. Airplane ticket proves to be too expensive for the dig's budget, so I sit around all summer instead. Thoroughly sick of LA. Contacted Columbia, arranged to transfer. Moved to Cincinnati for the spring and summer. Drove across the US a few times. Explored Katrina-destroyed buildings in New Orleans and Gulfport. Went to NYC for a meeting at Columbia to discuss which classes transferred in. Discovered that I'd have to start nearly from the beginning, so moved back to LA and returned to UCLA. Found a dead cat in an abandoned building near Casa de Fruita. Rented a room in some old man and his old sister's house in Brentwood. Old man suddenly one day turns into an absolute dick. Moved to Westwood. Left the old dickhead a dead cat in a bucket in his back yard.
2006- Graduated from UCLA with a Bachelor's degree in anthropology. Packed and left LA the moment I got out of class. Drove through the deserts of California, Arizona, Sonora Mexico, and New Mexico. Visited Florida. Moved back to Cincinnati. Started working as a professional shark keeper and general aquarist.
2007- Started working as a field archaeologist in an office based in Jacksonville. Worked in Kentucky, Georgia, and Kansas. Took a very large wandering driving tour of the central and eastern US. Went to North Dakota, the last of the lower 49 states I had left to visit. Moved to England. Started on my Master's degree in bioarchaeology at University College London. Learned to drive a car with a manual transmission in England. Drove to Wales. Broke the car on a mountain and had to walk for miles to get celphone signal. Visited Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantsiliogogogoch. Car broke again in the Pennines. Drove to Scotland.
2008- Drove to northernmost Scotland. Took the Eurostar to Paris. Graduated at UCL with distinction. Moved to Texas. Started at the University of North Texas as a TA and on a second Master's degree in geography. Was very disappointed with UNT. Moved to Florida.
2009- Considered working on a second Bachelor's degree in marine biology. Decided against, and applied to Oxford, York, Cambridge, and UCL for a PhD in archaeology. Accepted at Oxford and UCL. York and Cambridge suspend my applications at my request, as it's too late to find funding. Defer UCL acceptance. Reapply to Oxford. Spent much of this year unable to find work. Almost move to China and Ethiopia. Became an uncle. Started volunteer work at the Oakland Archaeology Project.
2001- Returned to the US (to Michigan, eew). Returned to Washtenaw Community College to start major number 4 (graphic design).
2002- Realised that if I was going to go to college, it may as well be in a place I liked being. Moved back to San Jose and started major number 5 (English) at De Anza College. Played in a progressive rock band. Spent a semester in London. Visited Hungary, Poland, Slovakia, Czech Republic, Germany, the Netherlands, and Ireland.
2003- Realised that living in the ghetto of San Jose sucked. Moved in with a housemate in a nice part of San Jose. Changed majors to linguistics (number 6). Realised that I prefer to live alone. Moved to the furthest west point in San Jose, almost in Cupertino. Started my first reef aquarium.
2004- Finished my IGETC cources at De Anza, left with one class left before I was degree'd. Applied to universities to work on my bachelor's degree. Rejected at Cornell, UC Berkeley, and UC Santa Cruz. Never heard back from the universities of Oregon and Washington. Accepted at Columbia and UC San Diego. Won scholarships to the University of Hawaii and UCLA. Started major number 7 (which also happened to be major number 1) at UCLA. Moved to LA. Realised that living in LA really fucking sucked.
2005- Invited on an archaeological dig in Iceland. Invited on a dig in Turkey, which cancelled the Iceland invite. Invited by a friend to drive to Alaska. Couldn't go, as I'd be in Icelan... Turkey. Airplane ticket proves to be too expensive for the dig's budget, so I sit around all summer instead. Thoroughly sick of LA. Contacted Columbia, arranged to transfer. Moved to Cincinnati for the spring and summer. Drove across the US a few times. Explored Katrina-destroyed buildings in New Orleans and Gulfport. Went to NYC for a meeting at Columbia to discuss which classes transferred in. Discovered that I'd have to start nearly from the beginning, so moved back to LA and returned to UCLA. Found a dead cat in an abandoned building near Casa de Fruita. Rented a room in some old man and his old sister's house in Brentwood. Old man suddenly one day turns into an absolute dick. Moved to Westwood. Left the old dickhead a dead cat in a bucket in his back yard.
2006- Graduated from UCLA with a Bachelor's degree in anthropology. Packed and left LA the moment I got out of class. Drove through the deserts of California, Arizona, Sonora Mexico, and New Mexico. Visited Florida. Moved back to Cincinnati. Started working as a professional shark keeper and general aquarist.
2007- Started working as a field archaeologist in an office based in Jacksonville. Worked in Kentucky, Georgia, and Kansas. Took a very large wandering driving tour of the central and eastern US. Went to North Dakota, the last of the lower 49 states I had left to visit. Moved to England. Started on my Master's degree in bioarchaeology at University College London. Learned to drive a car with a manual transmission in England. Drove to Wales. Broke the car on a mountain and had to walk for miles to get celphone signal. Visited Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantsiliogogogoch. Car broke again in the Pennines. Drove to Scotland.
2008- Drove to northernmost Scotland. Took the Eurostar to Paris. Graduated at UCL with distinction. Moved to Texas. Started at the University of North Texas as a TA and on a second Master's degree in geography. Was very disappointed with UNT. Moved to Florida.
2009- Considered working on a second Bachelor's degree in marine biology. Decided against, and applied to Oxford, York, Cambridge, and UCL for a PhD in archaeology. Accepted at Oxford and UCL. York and Cambridge suspend my applications at my request, as it's too late to find funding. Defer UCL acceptance. Reapply to Oxford. Spent much of this year unable to find work. Almost move to China and Ethiopia. Became an uncle. Started volunteer work at the Oakland Archaeology Project.