The Early Years (stuff you didn't want to know) I was born 2 week premature on the 30th of January, 1980, with a birth weight of 3800 grams, or 8lb 6oz.  At the time, I was a measly 53cm tall.  Little did I know that one day, I would be roughly 4 times that height at 190.5cm, or 6' 3".  My doctor at birth was a Dr. K Nickerson (thanks for the hand!), and I just happened to meet a Ryan Bonato in the ward.  By the way, all this information was taken from my baby book which my parents very thoughtfully put together of the years.  My parents, whose names have been omitted to protect the innocent, are from the Caribbean.  This has made me somewhat of a celebrity in my life, as the population of black people in Vancouver can be counted on two hands (just kidding).  However, being born into a nice part of the city in a nice part of the decade, my experiences with people of colours other than my own have been almost without exception pleasant.  I don't know whether that's because I myself tend to be a pleasant person, or all the propaganda concerning Canada's multiculturalism is true.  In any case, I've only received one prank call in my almost 19 years, and have only received direct racism on a small handful of occasions.  In each case, I acted in my typical fashion.  Anyway, to make matters short, I had a good childhood, was raised by two caring parents, and essentially enjoyed myself.  Relatively speaking.  Which brings up another subject...

 

First Words

Legend has it I was a late speaker.  There's no documentation of this, simply the words of my parents.  Apparently, when I did speak, it was a complete, coherent sentence, rather than the usual "dada!" dribble that most babies say.  Am I proud of this?  You bet!  I like to think of it as indicative of my superior mental capabilities.  Of course, there's no proof of any of this, and I learned long ago to take 50% of what my parents say about me with a grain of salt.  As it stands, it's simply wishful thinking on my part, and the legend remains an inspirational story.
 

Contemporary Knowledge

What's to say?  Most of my life so far has been concerned with school.  I'm barely 19, and 14 of those years have been spent in one institution or another.  3/4 of each year, spent solely in school.  7 hours each day, spent in the presence of some instructor.  For those of you with more free time than I, you can figure out how much time that adds up to.  Of course, seeing as how I'm currently not in school, in fact I'm not even working, having more free time is pretty much impossible.  Yes, I'm a slacker at present, due to an unasked for bout of infectious mononucleosis at the beginning of my First University Year.  The weakening effect of the illness has setback my rowing, my education, and pretty much everything else my life was gearing up for.  However, I've taken the delay as an opportunity to do the things my friends don't have time for, this web page included.  Whether this is a good thing, well, time will tell.