Welcome to Bonnieland | |
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My childhood was filled with dreams of other worlds. I liked to imagine that Saturn was my true my home. |
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I made up games with hordes of paper butterflies, flying them from the top of a broken down wooden slide with the help of a friend. My favorite butterfly was like a coat of arms, depicting favorite things in favorite color combinations. A galaxy, forerunning of a fictional galactic empire, stretches across the butterfly beneath the word "Alonaton." |
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As a teen, I worked on my grandfather's ranch. I milked cows |
and saddlebroke a horse. |
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I graduated from Beverly Hills High School |
and started college in Oregon. |
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After a disagreement with my advisor about combining math and literature in story-generating computer programs, I dropped out and moved to New York City, where I subsisted catching fish |
and doing oil paintings on commission. |
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I returned to Beverly Hills for a while to run an art gallery |
though I continued to work on stories and songs and story-generating programs. |
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Back in NYC, I worked at a number of jobs, the last of them as a COBOL programmer. |
I quit working to be a mother, encouraging my children on their own creative journeys. |
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In the 80's, I got a PC (IBM XT) and went on wild programming sprees. |
A descendant of the story-generating programs I'd been working on since college appeared in the Computer Recreations column of Scientific American. |
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After my kids started middle school, I worked as an artist decorating furniture in a children's store. With the kids in college, I took over the store and called it Bonniebug. |
When my five year lease was up, I closed the store and celebrated with a writer's workshop in Taos, New Mexico. |
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After that I visited Japan |
and Australia. |
I continue to work on art, writing, and programming. |
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