Who is this guy anyhow?

I am a graying web programmer, techno-activist, romantic idealist, who never quite left the sixties, even though I became quite successful in the Internet space.

My business philosphy is different now than when I toiled in the bigco world. About a decade ago I experienced a life-altering epiphany: I was sacrificing my personal life and health to feed a corporate monster.

I gained this insight while lying on an emergency room gurney. At only 48 years old, I had been struck by a heart attack — at my desk at 7 am on the day after Christmas!

I recovered, and so did my life.

The bigco, by the way, was CompuServe. I was director of strategic technologies there when AOL bought us and pulled the ripcord on my golden parachute.

I have no regrets about my career there. I had tons of fun working with tremendously bright people. And only a few dullards. I was fortunate enough to be employed by a company that for whatever its reasons gave me the resources and time to help pioneer the dot com world.

But in the post-coronary rapture, other things beckoned. I moved to Florida, reunited with the love of my life after being apart for more than 20 years, and rediscovered serenity and sunsets and Captain Morgan rum and orange juice. I even bought a sailboat and lived aboard for awhile.

And that long-lost love? I married her. Her name is Judi Jetson (and yes, that's her real, legal name).