1994 - So there I was. I had just finished another semester at the University of Toledo of the kind of classes that an undecided student enrolls in ...more 1994 - So there I was. I had just finished another semester at the University of Toledo of the kind of classes that an undecided student enrolls in because they still have no idea what in the world they truly want to do with their lives. I took semesters, and, at one point, an entire year off from classes to earn some money and, more honestly, to get away from what I saw as a tedious chore that everyone who aspires to anything successful was expected to do. That's not to say I wasn't enjoying myself there - I worked part time as a DJ for the university radio station, took art classes because I kind of did enjoy them, and even enjoyed a brief stint in the university orchestra. Then came summer. After nervously agreeing to take advantage of an internship my father helped facilitate through his contacts as head of the World College at Eastern Michigan University, I hopped on a plane to Germany to work for the next three months as a digital designer in training in the department of internal building planning and architecture at Daimler-Benz in Stuttgart. Although being alone overseas was at first trying, it was made a bit easier by the fact that I was raised bilingual by my German mother and Texan father, both who earned doctorates in German linguistics. I fell in love with using the computer to create art and design immediately. What a grand time I had. After returning home in September, I immediately enrolled in a new program called Cyber Arts at the university, and the rest, as they say, is art history. hide