{"id":60,"date":"2014-03-29T21:52:00","date_gmt":"2014-03-29T21:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/2014\/03\/29\/an-odd-sensation-2\/"},"modified":"2020-02-10T20:20:20","modified_gmt":"2020-02-10T20:20:20","slug":"an-odd-sensation-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/2014\/03\/an-odd-sensation-2\/","title":{"rendered":"An Odd Sensation"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\">Clicking around on the interweb this afternoon, waiting for a flight sim flightplan to load, reading the newses, I happened to click on the little balls (they&#8217;re ALWAYS little :() on my Google homepage &#8212; a place I almost never visit. A birthday montage appeared. No surprise there, of course&#8230; the interwebs know all about my DoB. But here&#8217;s the thing: the biographical sketch seemed like something someone (who knows me all too well) wrote. Not me. I don&#8217;t remember writing it. If I did, it serves as the perfect wry epitaph:<\/span><br \/><span style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><br \/><\/span><span style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Born 1955. Family dog, Freckles, relinquished to Animal Control for biting neighbor kid. Thought he was a bone.<\/i><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Graduated Montgomery Blair HS, Silver Spring Maryland, class &#8216;o 1973, hippy virgin, expelled for filmmaking.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Graduated Boston Conservatory, 1977. Majored in musical composition, minored in LSD. Began writing journal. Lost virginity. Still unable to play instrument (piano or anything else).<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Moved to Sioux City with dancer friends. Lived on CETA grant. Thank you Randall Barron!<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Moved to Kansas City. &#8220;Huck Finn&#8221; as a &#8216;ballet&#8217; entertained the folks in Jack Straw&#8217;s Courtyard. Only mildly amused Star critic Haskell. And me. Attempts to refine piece succumbed to lack of discipline. Earned living as musician, felt pretty good about it. (1980.)<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Left KC (1985) to reconnect with family in DC. Earned a living as a musician, but bit by bit relied on credit to stay afloat. (So 1980s!)<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Academic job in Illinois came as rescue. Thank you Christian Cherry!<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Diagnosis of Diabetes crimps style permanently. (2004.) Married Del Williams after meeting on match dot com and living together a little while.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i>Still writing. Still playing music.<\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><i><br \/><\/i><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\">If I wrote this, I&#8217;m amazed by my own candor, pith, and self disparagement. I&#8217;d say &#8216;bravo,&#8217; if I spoke Italian. Woody Allen, look out. But Woody couldn&#8217;t have written it. Perhaps I did. Wow. It&#8217;s the oddest sensation.<\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"background-color: white; color: #404040; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.200000762939453px;\">Anyway, it&#8217;s my frickin&#8217; 59th birthday. I may as well spread the word. That&#8217;s Beck&#8217;s good word&#8230;<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Clicking around on the interweb this afternoon, waiting for a flight sim flightplan to load, reading the newses, I happened [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[14,9,16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-60","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blogging","category-mini-essay","category-social-media"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=60"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":655,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/60\/revisions\/655"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=60"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=60"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ken-beck.com\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=60"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}