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- Born December 12, 1935 into moneyed, middle class Denmark.
- Headed for medicine in public and private schools. Escaped to
- Canada in 1951 and never went back to any formal school. Went
- from photographer to photojournalist to technical/science
- writer and editor in that first decade.
-
- Science writing is interpretation. Everything is based on
- logic and you only have to learn the language of a discipline
- to make it digestible to the informed lay mind. Even technical
- business writing can be great fun! Guards with shotguns would
- sometimes (unsuccessfully) try to stop us from getting a story.
- In that period I covered the 20 engineering disciplines in
- construction. Later, mining, forestry, pulp and paper,
- fishing. naval architecture, medicine, finance, earth sciences,
- etc.
-
- Protectionism chased our well-paying US publishers out of
- Canada in the early sixties so I wrestled with Central Canadian
- rag merchants until the mid-seventies when I started my own
- company. I had covered oilpatch exploration for three years so
- I became a head hunter for geologists, geophysicists, drilling
- and reservoir engineers.
-
- These were great years. Decades of evaluating my sources
- for scientific and technical reporting, made me a natural for
- reading potential of earth scientists for oil exploration and
- exploitation. Some of my friends as well as most of the
- scientists I fielded were getting into computers in a big way.
- In the industry we used Univacs and Sigma-8s while the minis,
- notably Wang and Dec, made the first inroads. The hobby
- machines, which had started out with the Heathkit analog tube
- monsters, settled in with the Ataris and the C-64. Aside from
- covering the main frames and the minis, I totally missed the
- personal computer revolution, being far too busy being a
- success; building a 1,500-bottle wine cellar, and fathering two
- beautiful daughters. Their mother, 18 years my junior, was
- designed by a sex maniac.
-
- I became a videographer for my girls but even though I was
- the ex-professional, their artist mother was easily the better
- camera person. Will other parents learn what a great tool a
- video camera can be for teaching kids not to throw tantrums?
-
- The oilpatch crash of 1986 wiped me out. "I was too good
- at what I was doing to fail", so I hung in too long with too
- much overhead, sure I'd ride it out. Thankfully, I'd sold half
- of my West Van house to my dad in the late sixties to preserve
- it from adventurous law suits. Now, it was the one thing
- untouched by the wipe-out. The girls' mother had nil skills
- for coping with failure so she opted out and went home to her
- parents. I was never denied full and free access, so I didn't
- really lose my daughters.
-
- I spent one terrible year selling mobile homes to generate
- cash. Even God hates mobile homes. He blows them away at
- every given opportunity! But the first month I made $7k in
- 1987, I went and blew half on an Amiga A500 with an A1080,
- A501, A1010 and a dot matrix printer. It came bundled with
- WordPerfect, Superbase, MaxiPlan, PageSetter, Deluxe Video,
- Diga! and CLImate. I wanted Amiga to help edit and title all
- my family video tapes. It was my first computer and it
- surprised me by becoming one of my best friends over the
- following five years.
-
- Diga! an early telecommunications program was rated the
- least of my software but with its basic documentation (however
- flawed) it was ideal for a stumbling beginner setting up his
- first modem in solitude (Packard Bell 2400+). I since
- graduated to the registered JRComm and Terminus.
-
- I was far too busy playing with my new machine, trying to
- make it do what I wanted it to, to hustle homes on wheels, so
- it was no surprise coming back from a holiday to find another
- eager beaver manning my desk. At this point oilpatch clients
- called me back for day labor work. I wrote my first report for
- pay on my Amiga before WordPerfect's arrival (which was nearly
- three months after date of purchase) using Ed on WBv1.2 and I
- thought it was great. The obscure Memacs name and drab
- documentation failed to make the much more suitable line editor
- obvious to this neophyte.
-
- During the six years following the oil price crash,
- Calgary exploration personnel shrank from 120,000 to less than
- 60,000. Every second man eventually bit the dust! Even during
- periods of such massive layoffs, the odd scientific specialist
- has to be hired. A company would run an ad, and get literally
- hundreds of applications. They'd call me in to high grade
- submissions, furnishing a written report with a short list,
- based on interviews and evaluations via other industry
- contacts. At even a modest $500/day, it didn't take much work
- to effect survival and contributions to the girls.
-
- Still, this existence had elements of the bachelor's love
- life - either feast or famine. I had filled a garage with my
- leather bound books; my 3,000 LPs and other music and
- photography paraphernalia. I lived out of my old Chrysler and
- cheap motels. I'd driven that dinosaur out of the showroom in
- 1976 and it had been too old to be desired as pickings from my
- '86 crash. I became expert at hooking up the modem to wires
- fished from motel walls. I had my girls visiting every weekend
- and I had them full-time during the two-month school holidays.
-
- When the oilpatch continued to find still lower gears to
- function, I'd make the odd rent with Ami and DTP and at other
- times starvation free-lance fees from various publishers. Even
- then there were times when it seemed impossible to generate any
- kind of cash flow. When I could no longer meet the hotel rent,
- I'd continue trying to beat economic bushes until I was down to
- the last $100 which it cost in gas and road fees to get to
- Vancouver. I'd pack all my stuff into the dinosaur and cross
- the gorgeous Rockies to my coastal sanctuary. The odd
- journalistic job would come my way but most considered me a
- fossil. Hell, even people I'd trained have retired :-).
-
- Longest coastal hiatus was three months. Sooner or later,
- the phone would ring from Calgary. Such calls were then
- followed with a couple of grand worth of retainer, so I could
- gas up and roll back over the Rockies to a cheap motel by the
- Bow River, affording marvelous mind-clearing walks.
-
- My daughters became adept with Ami. I still marvel at the
- recollection of a four-year-old Amber booting up the old pdl
- Deluxe Draw, asking for four bit planes and lo-res. She
- couldn't read but if that was what it took to get to her
- favorite program, that was what she'd do!
-
- My ex had gotten into another relationship a couple of
- years after our breakup. That one blew up in her face within
- the year but the result was an adorable third girl, Tanya. My
- two girls loved their new sister who soon called me "daddy"
- because the other two did. Their mother had moved back to her
- family but her father had passed away. That household was
- permanently short of cash so a couple of years back, I rented
- the smallest room in the basement for my friend, Amiga, so I
- could spend more time with my little girls. They needed the
- cash flow more than the motel.
-
- While not ideal, this is a workable situation if I take
- pains to stay out of the War Department's way. My humor now
- seems to send her up the wall :-) but the girls are happy.
- Sometimes they like Ami more than I. They have free access to
- the machine provided sticky fingers are clean, and no liquids
- are about.
-
- 1992 was the first year of survival without a question
- mark. The remaining oilpatch vice-presidents tend to be people
- I recruited and guided from their third year of professional
- life. There HAVE to be some benefits from advancing years.
- That was also the year that my dad passed away after a
- relatively brief bout with cancer. We'll all get cancer if we
- live long enough. Mother now pays the price for a happy
- marriage. Her best friend of the last 60 years suddenly is no
- more. Now I have to visit my West Van base for reasons other
- than my own needs.
-
- This year, 1993, ought to be still better than '92 so I'll
- reward myself with an AGA machine sometime in its latter half.
- I can't pass this A500 to the girls because they'd have endless
- fights over it. Maybe I'll leave it in Vancouver since my
- 79-year-old mother has got herself addicted to the MegaBall
- Arkanoid clone :-). The girls are now 10 and 12 and need me
- less (but 3½-year-old Tanya will be very difficult to leave)
- maybe I'd instead accelerate the old 500 and get out from the
- matriarchy; get my life out of the garage. I haven't heard my
- own music in seven years. (Actually, three generations of PMS
- is beyond even my coping limits :-)
-
- --Erik