Jason Ian Partin


This website is a hobby. Please see my LinkedIn Page for a more traditional curriculum vitae, or scroll down for a work in progress.

I’m a magician and rock climbing guide. Currently, I perform magic at bars, cafes, and restaurants around town. I’ve been a member of The International Brotherhood of Magicians intermittently since 1986.

Previously, I cofounded two biotech companies; led project-based university classes in engineering, physics, and entrepreneurship; designed public school STEM and STEAM labs; served on ISO and ASTM committees for international medical device safety standards; in those committees, a few of us – without exaggeration – wrote words that we hoped a few thousand engineering professionals could use to make healthcare more equitable for 7.6 billion people. We’re unsure if we succeded.

Before that, I was a paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne, America’s Quick Reaction Force, The All Americans. I’m a decorated combat vet from the first Gulf War, and I served as an unarmed communications liaison in the Middle East. We were hoping for peace. I don’t think we succeeded.

I’m working on a coming-of-age memoir set between my grandfather’s funeral my senior year of high school, in 1990, and my subsequent service as a paratrooper in the 82nd Airborne and our team’s combat missions in the First Gulf War from 1990-1991, and service as an unarmed peacekeeper in the Middle East in 1993. The memoir’s chapters overlap like a Venn diagram with my grandfather at the center. He was Edward Grady Partin, the Teamster leader who sent Jimmy Hoffa to prison, and still a person of interest in the ongoing saga of President Kennedy’s assassination.

Our family was one of America’s first paid informants, supported by Bobby Kennedy in exchange for my grandfather’s testimony against Hoffa. After Hoffa was teleased from prison and disappeared, Ed Partin, my grandfather, lost federal protection and served six years in prison for a range of crimes. Around that time, Ed Partin Junior, my dad, served two years for drug dealing. Counting my great-grandfather, Grady Partin, I was the first male Partin in that line not to spend time in prison; but I’m still young.

I was an emancipated foster youth, and because of a legal loophole I was allowed to join the army at 16 years old. In perspective, the voting age in America is 18, and the drinking age is 21, yet I could join the army at 16. Back then, social services for kids were even less available than today.

85% of emancipated foster youths end up in incarcerated, joining 2.8 million incarcerated Americans in: 1 out of every 120 of us. In jail, more than half of male inmates suffer from mental illness and learning disorders; the same for 85% of female inmates. Most lack mentorship, and the cycle continues. I was lucky.

Currently, I’m learning how to write an entertaining memoir. It’s my hobby, and it’s a work in progress. You can see the current version here. It’s a long term goal. Constructive feedback is appreciated.

Presently, I enjoy performing and guiding, and you can contact me to schedule a date and time for either.