While looking for something else this morning, I ran across this old photo. I never could grow a full beard.
My monitor is still a little too low. I guess I need to write a few more books.
I reloaded Gimp with all of its custom special effects and in my copious spare time at night I’ve been working on a simulated sketch of yours truly (Alvin Alexander).
A photo of me (Alvin Alexander), after coming inside from a cold, Alaskan winter night in 2010-2011.
One thing I never thought about, but as an author you can end up with a lot of copies of your own books laying around.
One thing about being named Alvin Alexander is that I’ve been called Al, Alvin, Alex, and Alexander by various people lately. I don’t mind any of them, but I laugh at Alex because I used that as a fake name when I traveled to Alaska in 2007 and 2010. (I was also known as Ken in Alaska.)
One thing about specifically being named Alvin is that when people are happy with me they call me Al, and when they’re unhappy they tend to yell, “Alvin!” I don’t know if that’s just a chipmunk thing or if everyone with a multi-syllable first name goes through it, but I’ve noticed that as well.
One of my nieces (and/or her friends) seems to be interested in Siberian Huskies, which last night led me to dig out this old photo from a business newspaper in Louisville, Kentucky, in April, 2004.
This is a picture of me as a pitcher in high school. I don’t want to say that we were poor growing up, but I wore a large outfielder’s glove while pitching because I was afraid to ask my dad for a new glove, and the shoe on my right foot — the one way up in the air — was cracked in the middle.
(Many thanks to Dwayne Heidtbrink for the photo way back when.)
I don’t put too many photos of myself out here, but this is me escaping from the hospital one day.
This is a page from my book, “A Survival Guide for New Consultants”
As I finish editing this book in January, 2014, it’s a busy time. In addition to releasing this book, I just finished writing a 700+ page computer programming book for O’Reilly named Scala Cookbook.
A funny thing about the Scala Cookbook: I wrote it on a whim, as a dare, wondering, “Am I good enough to write this book, on my own?” I doubted myself for a little while, but then overcame my fears and sent an email to the people at O’Reilly. As I’ve said throughout this book, all you are is attitude.