I am Hans Hornstein. I was born in summer, 1972, on an Air Force base outside Washington, DC, as my father finished out his tour with the Air Force band. After he left the service when I was less than a year old, he took various music teaching and conducting jobs, starting in DC, then progressing to Minnesota, Dallas, North Dakota, and Florence (Alabama). He currently teaches and conducts at the University of North Alabama, and wakes up every morning still surprised to hear that he's listening to Alabama Public Radio ("I'm WHAT?!?"). We journeyed with him – my mother Julie, my younger sister Miriam, and myself. Upon graduation from high school, I embarked upon my own journeys. I had taken some shorter ones before – Washington, Chicago, North Carolina, Mexico, Canada, West Germany, but I began in earnest with four years at the pressure-cooker/ fine learning institution known as the California Institute of Technology, specifically residing in the hallowed halls of Ruddock House. I prevailed through four years there, actually becoming an alum, and left with a B.S. in the field of Physics, and the knowledge that I would not be soon following my father down the path of academia. I landed on the staff of the Center for Excellence in Education, a non-profit organization based in suburban DC that sponsors programs for gifted high school students. From there, I progressed into that nebulous and quickly-growing field of computers, with the speciality of "The Internet". I moved on to Science Applications International Corporation (SAIC), and was transferred to San Diego, California. I’ve been living here since February 1995, and find the West Coast agrees with me.  I served as the Vice President for Advocacy of the Southern California Size Acceptance Coalition for some time. 

I am also a member of DarkStar, a science-fiction club here in America’s Finest City.  

In my spare time, I also write a couple of minor-league pro hockey columns.  One is weekly, and concentrates on the attendance numbers for the 94-odd minor pro teams in North America, and can be found at In The Crease.  I do want to make it clear that I didn't come up with the name for it, however -- that was all the ITC powers that be, so blame them for the Attendo-Meter.  My other column is an occasional update on the teams that might not be around for the next season, or if they are, might be in another place.   The Death Pool Report was named after a group of online observers of the business started talking about the mythical "Death Pool", into which people would place figurative bets on which teams would be the first to go to business oblivion.  My webmaster approached me to assemble the available information into one place, and the Death Pool Report was born.  It's not nearly as ghoulish as it might seem -- really.

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