Born to loving parents in a small farming community in Minnesota, I lived an idyllic childhood. A dog, a canoe, and a river in my backyard. In the winter, snowmobiles and sledding and football games on tv.
I learned graphic design before I learned to drive, at the local newspaper on big blue Compugraphic machines that sent bursts of light onto photographic paper. A trip to the darkroom was necessary to develop what you just typeset. Developed paper was cut manually, running the strips through the waxer (to make one side sticky), before placing them on big layout sheets. Borders were applied with rolls of special tape, cut precisely with razors. Before packing it to the printers, one rolled down all the sheets with a heavy rubber roller to prevent any peeling away of the tape and waxed paper.
When the holy trinity came out — the Mac computer, PostScript technology, and the laser printer — it was more exciting than puberty. Desktop publishing changed the entire business.
I spent a good number of years in print design, studying the craft of typography and honing my design skills for all sorts of clients and projects.
Then came the internet, and it was puberty all over again. I ushered many of Arizona's publicly-held companies into their first web site during the wild 1990s, and continue to study all the internet crafts: cascading style sheets, XHTML, search engine optimization.