Few will get this far. My father was a PhD physicist: Dr. Franklin P. Dixon, Director of Manned Lunar and Planetary Mission Studies for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) in the late 1960's. If you are inclined towards painfully-deep physics, you can directly download his 153-page PhD thesis on Photoproduction of Positive Pions from Hydrogen in the 600 to 1000 MEV Region (from the year 1960 - a 5.3MB .pdf from the CalTech archives) Click Here. My mother put him through school doing art and assorted drafting for scientists like Linus Pauling, so blame her if you wish to take the traditional biblical stance in such matters.
As you might imagine, it was a peculiar childhood.
Once upon a time (when I was young and impressionable) my parents let me watch Hercules movies and other shows of questionable quality. We moved to Belgium for several years, where I roamed museums and castles filled with weapons and armor. Solitude gave me ample opportunity to peruse many peculiar books as well. As a result, I developed an early fondness for the study of weapons and strategy. Veterans from the Vietnam War and other conflicts occasionally took pity upon my civilian ignorance and taught me as well. I later worked at the Renaissance Pleasure Faire teaching the fine art of archery while studying biophysics and rhetoric at U. C. Berkeley. I wasn't exactly a perfect student but I learned that, according to thermodynamics, hot air is extremely powerful stuff. I never quite recovered from that blasphemous revelation, though my studies have proceeded well now for over 35 years.
A bad case of whimsy caused me to join the Society for Creative Anachronism, a medieval re-enactment organization. In this fine subculture, participants routinely pummel each other with blunt weapons or pelt away with assorted projectiles after donning armor, then retire to pavilions for ribald feasting. I was honored to receive an Award of Arms from the Kingdom of the West, earning the right to call myself "Lord Deron Creag Mhor" and acquiring the Coat of Arms above, a deed for which you may blame Jade of Starfall during one of his stints as King.
Having more of a taste for words than equations, I spent time as the Northwest US Correspondent for Roleplayers Chronicle with a few articles and reviews under my belt. I've play-tested a number of role-playing publications and currently run convention games in the San Francisco Bay Area of California. Peruse the social media links above for further edification and entertainment.
May your existence be filled with pleasure, victory, health, wealth, power, skill and wisdom! If you are so inclined, transmit your thoughts.
Gravity sucks and energy blows.
Our universe spins as it vibrates and flows.
The rules of this process are always the same.
To succeed is to thrive in this great cosmic game.
While we live we create but quite soon will disperse.
What we do with this fate makes life better or worse.
Words form our thoughts and our deeds are then done.
We forge Heaven and Hell every day, everyone!