Just who the heck am I? Am I an itinerant pervert? A post-modern anti-hero? A random demographic sampling? It’s often easier to say what I’m not, but let’s have a go at the affirmative.
Everyone was a lot younger in the ’80s. Especially me.
More than just a collection of dates, the 1980s were a time of discovery, innovation, tragedy and creativity. It saw the end of the Cold War and the start of MTV, a rise in unemployment and the fall of the Berlin Wall; G.I. Joe and Reaganomics, political correctness, the Walkman, the Tiananmen Square massacre and ‘Live Aid’. There were turned up collars, poofed up hair and a band of breakdancers - then later skateboarders - in every neighborhood. Neon was all the rage and Coca Cola came in 2 different flavors.
In this decade a young Bripus began his assention to power. Born in the early 1970s, a few hours after midnight on a cold winter’s evening under a waning moon, I grew up a child of pop culture - just barely remembering Vietnam, singing along to Travolta in the disco craze, changing jets into robots on Christmas morning, and swinging a plastic light-up sword at hoards of invisible Stormtroopers. Little has changed since that time.
Anyway, I’m in my mid-thirties as of this writing, I’m above average in height, wear glasses, keep my head shaved and sport a goatee most of the year, I have six tattoos and several scars… a couple of which I gave purposely to myself (in the dumbness of youth). I live in Denmark, and work as a teacher in the public school system.
I've always been interested in all things ancient Roman, however, my interest truly kicked off last summer, when Season 1 of HBO's Rome was finally shown here in northern Europe. Since then, I've been diving into as many books as I can read in the free time that I have - and on a whim yesterday, looked to see if there was an actual decent forum to talk about my newfound passion with like-minded people.
And here I am...