First, the definition, or at least etymology of riceboyler. In my slightly younger years, I used to be really big into sport compact cars. I still love a good hot hatch, but I've moved on to boosted European cars (like my two Volvos), which hopefully will be joined by Porsche 944 Turbo in the future. Anyway, I digress. As many people know, a term of some disrespect for those who tend to make their Hondas look much faster than they really are, is riceboy. I owned, at the time, a (relatively) quick Dodge Neon, which was mistaken for many people as a Japanese car. So I decided I would name it the riceboyler. In that it would boil the riceboys who tried to race it. The nickname kinda stuck, and I've used it ever since. Some people believe it's a derogatory term intended to belittle people of Asian descent, but that's certainly not my use of it.
Yeah, that's me. In fact, that was my 31st birthday, in 2006. My name is Jason Clark. I was born in Rochester, New York on Saint Patrick's Day in 1975. Turns out, I was born to a couple of unwed parents who decided the best thing for me would be to put me up for adoption through LDS (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, of which I'm a member) Social Services. Well, I got adopted by my parents in Virginia, and to this day, I've never met my birth parents. Being a parent now, I do have some interest in finding out about their history, but for now, I'll be happy with the great parents that got to choose me. I grew up in the sleepy little town of Waynesboro, VA, at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains, with my older sister, Tammy (who turns 40 this year, old fart... ;))
After a relatively rough time in High School, trying to "find myself", I finally did at Brigham Young University. Honestly, that probably had more to do with my age than it had to do with my surroundings, as I found I really didn't belong in Happy Valley. Don't get me wrong, I loved the Y, but it just wasn't for me, and they let me know that... in a letter asking me not to return because it seems I did a bit too much "finding myself" and not quite enough studying. Oh well. Lesson learned, right?
I served a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Boston, MA area. While on my mission, I met the future best man at my wedding, Sean, who told me about the Recording Industry Program at Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, TN. Well, one thing led to another and I ended up at MTSU, in the Recording program. At the very beginning of the second semester at MTSU, I met her. ->
That's the love of my life, my eternal companion, and my best friend, Zoni. Her parents actually named her Xandria but that's entirely too precocious, so she prefers just plain Zoni.
Anyway, we got married after 4 months of dating. 9 months later, we (meaning she) was pregnant with our first child, Owen, who was born in the year 2000, just a year before the terrorist attacks on 9/11/2001. I've always found it interesting that our children will grow up in a totally different world than we did. Anyway, Owen was the joy of our lives, but we decided he wasn't enough of a challenge, so we decided to try again.
23 months later, we got our challenge. Actually, Zoni met with challenges before he was even born. While she was 4 months pregnant, she fell at church, and her knee essentially exploded. Turns out she had a non-cancerous bone tumor that had essentially replaced her knee with tumor. She had to have surgery, with local anesthetic only at 5 months pregnant with Zander. He's our entertainer. He's almost totally the opposite of his brother in almost every way. It's amazing that two kids who share the same genes can be so entirely different from each other.
Finally, our little family was balanced out by the arrival of her majesty the Princess, aka Lauralynn. She was born a princess, and still acts like one today 3 and a half years later. She is so completely adorable, and somehow at the same time, so completely frustrating at times that I KNOW for a fact that I'm in big trouble as she gets older. I'm not sure if it's a blessing that she's a momma's girl or not, but for now, I'll take it.
My life is consumed by taking care of all them by working. Luckily, I love my job. I work for the best company EVAR, cj Advertising (really freaking cool website too, so check it out. It's far better than this rubbish...) as a Senior Web Developer/Project Lead. I develop in ASP.NET using C#. You can see my work blog here. In my spare time, I do the web site for the Mobile Electronics Competition Association, and judge for MECA as well. MECA is a car-audio sports organization dedicated to making it fun and fair to be loud and sound good.
We currently live in White House, TN, a very nice little community about 25 miles north of Nashville, TN. We're slowing becoming more active in the community, as we like it here, and plan to have the kids in school here until they graduate.
Other than that, I'm addicted to boost, as supplied by turbo charged cars. I've owned in the past few years a Dodge Omni GLH Turbo, 2 Shelby CSXs (#76 and #657), a Dodge Daytona Turbo, and 2 Volvo 740 Turbo Wagons. I currently own a Dodge Lancer Shelby Turbo (that I'm getting ready to part out), a 1990 Volvo 760 Turbo Wagon (daily-driver) and a 1981 Volvo 242 Turbo Coupe, that's my project. I also enjoy gaming, mostly on my XBOX 360, but I'll also play the crap out of Civilization IV on the PC.
Honestly, as I sit here and type this, I'm very happy with life. I'm very well blessed. I am well provided for in all means: spiritually, physically, financially, and by a great family. I am a lucky riceboyler...