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· 5TH OF JUNE, THE YEAR 2005THOUGHTS ON A QUARTER CENTURY
As of today, I have existed upon this planet for 25 meager whirls around the sun, and I don’t think I’ve had too bad a run of it. Love, hate, pride, depression, shame, elation, check check check check. I have a degree, a job, a car, a couple friends, a PowerBook. I’ve lost several friends, mostly through negligence, a woman I loved, for unknown reasons, 15 pounds over a single summer, due to exercise and better eating, and my Aiwa foldable headphones, because some asshole stole them out of my backpack in high school. One time a stranger cupped the side of my face in his right hand, and then walked away. In France. I did all these things.
25 years isn’t much next to the age of an old sugar maple (300), or a rock (millions), or the sun (6,000,000,000?), but it still feels like quite a bit. 25 is one quarter of a century, and probably one third of my life. There are still a few things I want to do:
- get another degree
- visit a coral reef
- visit a rain forest
- catch a hellbender
- see a Japanese giant salamander in the wild
- get my online nature journal community site off the ground
- eat more bbq
- obtain lasting personal happiness
Those are my realistic goals. Unrealistic ones include creating the third Star Wars trilogy (or at least a cool fan film), creating a graphic novel, seeing the Earth from space, and obtaining lasting personal happiness (it’s 50/50).
Today made I myself scones and eggs and ate outside, got an oil change, found a scorpion, and drank some beer with good folk. Not too shabby.
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Happy Birthday Ken-ichi. You’re the #1 Jedi herpetologist in my book.
Jacob
Uh you might want to delete your name from the above comment given that David Kane is stalking you. Sorry, just realized that…
What, I don’t get to be a gay Jedi anymore? And I’m well aware that the Great Eye of EphBlog has turned its unlidded, flame-wreathed gaze toward this site, however briefly (he did send me a trackback, after all). I don’t maintain an open, public journal on the internet so I can hide from people, and privacy through obscurity is no privacy at all. I’m simply waiting to see how long it takes to find out who I am given only my URL. It’s all so very amusing. I’ll start getting worried when he gets my social security number. However, your efforts to protect my identity are appreciated, if surreal.
I have found you, my precious! And your little lap dog too!
— the Unlidded Eye of EphBlog
PS. Your birthday is my wedding anniversary so we will be celebrating separately but synchonously for decades to come. Happy Birthday.
But what I want to know is if time has taken care of that arrogance yet.
The years have certainly worn it down some, but it lives on. Alas.