A brief history of Kate
My life began early on a summer morning, 20 days behind schedule, after 28 hours of labor; and even then, they had to forcibly yank me out. Things haven’t changed much since that first day: I’m still as stubborn and difficult as ever.
Growing up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, I had a pretty normal childhood: two parents, a little brother, lots of cousins, a cat; big back yard, public school, team sports; summer trips to the shore, weekends in the Poconos… you get the picture.
My family got our first computer when I was 14 years old: it was a used 386 with 2MB of RAM. And it was awesome. Ahhhhhh… the memories.
Until I was about 15 years old, my main goal in life was to become an astronaut—I even went to Space Academy. But eventually, reality had its way and I gave up on that dream. I’ve been searching for a purpose ever since.
After graduating high school, I went off to Penn State University to see if I could figure out what to do with myself. It was there that I was first introduced to the wonder that is high speed internet, and I spent the next four years glued to my computer. You could often find me downloading music (it was the golden age of Napster), working on my website, or chatting on some form of IM.
I passed the rest of the time watching BBCAmerica, drinking, occasionally studying or writing a paper, and building my tendency toward raging insomnia. Along the way, I saw lots of football, made some great friends, and picked up a few life lessons.
After I somehow managed to graduate on time, I found myself living back in the PhillyBurbs once again; however, within a few months of my return, I realized that living with my parents would inevitably lead to bloodshed. Seeking to avoid the carnage, I packed up and moved myself down to the City of Brotherly Love. It was at this time that I began my recovery from a longstanding affliction with mydadwasarepublicanandididnotknowanybetter.
Eventually, I found employment at one of the city’s fine universities. The less said about that, the better [see Dooce]. Suffice it to say, as with most jobs, there are some things I like, and some that I don’t. And working for a big institution sometimes makes me feel like I have bureaucracy coming out of my every orifice (but I hear they’re working on a cure for that).
Recently, I entered the latter half of my twenties—still learning to cope with the idea. And I never did figure out what to do with myself.
Behind the Music
I’m no musician (my brother got those genes), but from my earliest memories, music has been a constant accompaniment to my life. My listening habits both reflect and influence my mood, my feelings, and my environment. I’m always searching for that next song that grips me and rearranges my emotions; the roaring anthem that fires up the passion, or the sweet little melody that leaves me weak at the knees.
I could go on forever listing my favorites, but my most beloved obsession is, and will forever be, U2. I have swooned, wallowed, and basked in that love for more than 15 years. I treasure it, and I know it will never leave me. At least some things in life are certain.
Other permanent fixtures in the soundtrack of my life include: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, The Clash, David Bowie, The Cure, Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Cash, and Leonard Cohen. There are so many more, but I don’t want to turn this into a rambling list. You can always see my latest fixations listed in the “Now Playing…” section on the right.
I have a general loathing of most country music, with Johnny Cash as the shining exception. The majority of rap/R&B/hip hop really doesn’t interest me, nor does anything but the likes of Britney, J.Lo, Justin Timberlake, or anything related to American Idol. Most modern mainstream rock bores me. I hate Celine Dion. I hate Creed.
All the Rest
While not a full-fledged egghead, I do have some geeky inclinations that are not always apparent; but they are there, hidden behind my airheaded tendencies, disorganization, and cool shoes. It’s usually quite amusing to watch someone realize this for the first time.
A bit obsessive about formatting and grammar, I experience physical pain at the sight of text aligned with the spacebar; my skin crawls upon hearing things like “Her and I went to the movies,” or “Tim and I’s friend Joe is coming to dinner.” And don’t even get me started on “nuke-u-lar;” as far as I’m concerned, that’s a hanging offense.
I probably spend a little too much time in front of my computer. My first response when I don’t know the answer to a question is “Why don’t you Google it?” At work I’m viewed as something of a computer whiz, which is far from the truth; but when you blow a person’s mind by resizing a window, well… I guess that’s bound to happen.
I also love classic film, sci fi, autumn, hiking, cats, impractical shoes, and a good Tom Collins after work.
The title of my blog, “Starting a Landslide in my Ego” comes from the U2 song A Day Without Me. The subheading, “Fearing not I’d become my enemy” is from the Bob Dylan song My Back Pages: “In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand/At the mongrel dogs who teach/Fearing not I’d become my enemy/In the instant that I preach.”
Both phrases seemed appropriate for a website about me and my rantings and ravings. You might also notice that many of my post titles come from song lyrics.
You can read my first real entry, but the reason I started this was simply because I thought it would be fun, and after closing my college website (more than a few years ago now), I missed having an online presence. Blogging seemed like the best way to jump back in. And it’s all the rage, or haven’t you heard?
And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong
I’m right where I belong
I’m right where I belong
This page was last updated on 4/21/2006.