NAME
Larry Reynolds Jr.
OCCUPATION
Motion / Interactive / 72dpi Media Designer
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BIO
I come from a long line of computer geeks, at least as long as such a line could possibly get. My grandmother was a computer programmer before there was even such a term. I think they used to call them 'machine linguists' or something. My mother followed in her footsteps, writing code for the old IBM 360 monsters, going back to school when we were kids to get her computer science degree, and eventually becoming CIO at Bax Global.
I hated computers when I was young. They just didn't do enough back then, and I wanted them to be more like the computers in TRON or War Games. I remember trying to make my own video games with BASIC on our old C64, spending weeks and weeks just to get a curser to follow an asterisk around. Plus there was all this math involved and, unfortunately, I had convinced myself that I was terrible at math. I just wanted to daydream and draw spaceships all the time. After crawling out of high school with an amazingly low GPA, there really wasn't much left for me to do except screw around in several community colleges and play my guitar.
Fast forward to the year 1998 and I'm singing in an indie rock band with absolutely no other prospects in the world. Our drummer happened to be a Mac geek, and one day I came over to his house while he was building a website for another band he was playing with. He had just programed his first javascript rollover. As he demonstrated the simple little effect, I was completely awestruck... I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen! Then he showed me some stickers he'd been working on in Photoshop, and, holy shit.... layers! I just thought that was so rad! And so for my 26th birthday I went out and bought a lime green iMac using my girlfriend's credit card. A few days later I bought a book on HTML and set straight to work learning everything I possibly could about interactive design.
So here I am three computers later. I married my girlfriend, made a few babies with her, worked at my stepfather's manufacturing plant to pay the bills, paid off the credit card (several times), and slogged my way through college to get this degree. I often wonder about that friend of mine who turned me on to all of this. He disappeared several years ago. I would very much like to show him what I've accomplished, after all it's pretty much his influence that led me here. Who knows, perhaps he's reading this sentence right now?
I love the internet.