My thirtieth college reunion was spring 2007 - I joined here February 2008.
In college I spent a good deal of my time studying math. Now I believe math is perfect - if the algorithm is proven, the output is always determined by the inputs (the result is always determined by the variables).
One evening in the Phi Delt house basement I was part of a beery, sophomoric philosophical discussion of life. I argued AGAINST the unfairness of chance - that chance does not exist, that in fact, circumstances are merely some of the inputs that determine the outcomes of life (along with choices, work, etc.).
Somebody got really frustrated and accused me of having a black and white view of life. Somebody else chimed in, "Yeah, monochromatic - like, without beauty." (Lout - if he only knew, right Javier!)
Forevermore I was "monochrome," as in, "Hey. monochrome!! Let's go to Poe's!" and I'd say, "Nah, Bird Man, I gotta study. Have fun."
(Poe's, as in Edgar Allen Poe's, a dark, smoky, loud college bar.)
At reunion I was reminded of my first real Call Sign.
I thought it fit.
That's probably part of why on the balance of gear vs. art I'm way to the gear side.