There was a day when I’d slip Side A of my cassette tape into the deck, sprawl my awkward teenage body out on the couch, open up a magazine and dream. I dreamt seemingly impossible, yet fantastically amazing dreams of what I envisioned my life would be like. Some day I’d be a professional mountain biker shredding down epic mountains, winning trophies and earning fame. Or maybe if that didn’t work out, I’d be designing and programming the latest and greatest video games for Sierra Entertainment. Of course I’d have a fallback career as an architect. People would flock to the revolutionary houses and buildings I had designed, I would be the next Frank Lloyd Wright or Frank Gehry…