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I'm 25 Years Old and I Don't Know What 'Mordant' Means
Its my birthday. I'm now officially old. 25 is the age where if I see in the newspaper that somebody was killed at age 25, I don't think "oh... he was young." Old enough to die, bored enough to keep living.
I'm honoring the day by hanging out with my second favorite bartender from back in Osaka. She's here for a conference about children's brains or something. Something that'd appeal to both mad scientists and teachers. So its been more of my favorite things... cooking, drinking, eating, pretending to write a novel and watching Casablanca. Probably going out to dinner tonight.
Birthday presents:
-Steely Dan tickets (fuck. yeah. holy goddamn applesauce Indian bakesale am I excited)
-Books: Borges' encyclopedia of imaginary creatures (I never knew this existed! The title is personally exciting for other reasons) and this cool fat book that's a fusion between a novel and a comic book (sorta) with all these charcoal illustrations. Very exciting. This ties in with something I'm thinking of doing with The Novel.
-Scarf. I don't wear scarves but I could be persuaded to learn. However, I will never drive with a scarf on due to a particularly indie demise described to my by my future sister in law. (He was lynched by his cool! And inertia!)
-Journals. Real nice Moleskine ones. Office supply fetish!
-Money. Grandma comes through with the $5! I spend it on seeds! And exclamation points! The folks gave a little cash which will be going towards application fees for the Grad School Option.
Fan Fiction Contest!
So I'm trying to figure out my life. This results in a lot of combinations of LOCATION, EMPLOYMENT and FUTURE PATH written down on receipts, graph paper and the pages of composition books. How about you? Got any ideas + compelling reasons to pursue them with the vigor my late 20s?
So far I've come up with:
-Grad school (Library and Info Science at Drexel or NC State or someplace)
-Going the hell back to Osaka
-Just moving somewhere and getting a job and figuring out how to be interested in whatever life I come up with
-Something magical drops out of the sky and takes me up to Awesome Job/Living Situation Land
Whoever comes up with some great ideas I use and prosper by will get baked goods, a beer and twenty dollars.
Etc.
-Going to be planting a garden. Fava beans, green beans, pumpkins, watermelons and herbs. Some wildflowers too. Think I'll use cinderblocks as planters to avoid contact witht eh quite possibly toxic Somerville soil.
-I thought I heard a riot and looked out the window to see a parade full of Little Leaguers walking down the street with firetrucks and cops. New hot thing: full grown women wearing baseball uniforms.
-I'm serious about the fan fiction thing. Offers of a couch to crash on and job-bearing people to introduce me to get extra points.
-What's with the lack of small dark cafes in Davis Square? That's supposed to be one of the perks of putting up with jackass college students everywhere, right?
-Oh well. At least outside there's an ultra serious man with male pattern baldness and a guitar case on his back walking down the street briskly and talking on his cellphone while dressed in black. Right. Now.
Its my birthday. I'm now officially old. 25 is the age where if I see in the newspaper that somebody was killed at age 25, I don't think "oh... he was young." Old enough to die, bored enough to keep living.
I'm honoring the day by hanging out with my second favorite bartender from back in Osaka. She's here for a conference about children's brains or something. Something that'd appeal to both mad scientists and teachers. So its been more of my favorite things... cooking, drinking, eating, pretending to write a novel and watching Casablanca. Probably going out to dinner tonight.
Birthday presents:
-Steely Dan tickets (fuck. yeah. holy goddamn applesauce Indian bakesale am I excited)
-Books: Borges' encyclopedia of imaginary creatures (I never knew this existed! The title is personally exciting for other reasons) and this cool fat book that's a fusion between a novel and a comic book (sorta) with all these charcoal illustrations. Very exciting. This ties in with something I'm thinking of doing with The Novel.
-Scarf. I don't wear scarves but I could be persuaded to learn. However, I will never drive with a scarf on due to a particularly indie demise described to my by my future sister in law. (He was lynched by his cool! And inertia!)
-Journals. Real nice Moleskine ones. Office supply fetish!
-Money. Grandma comes through with the $5! I spend it on seeds! And exclamation points! The folks gave a little cash which will be going towards application fees for the Grad School Option.
Fan Fiction Contest!
So I'm trying to figure out my life. This results in a lot of combinations of LOCATION, EMPLOYMENT and FUTURE PATH written down on receipts, graph paper and the pages of composition books. How about you? Got any ideas + compelling reasons to pursue them with the vigor my late 20s?
So far I've come up with:
-Grad school (Library and Info Science at Drexel or NC State or someplace)
-Going the hell back to Osaka
-Just moving somewhere and getting a job and figuring out how to be interested in whatever life I come up with
-Something magical drops out of the sky and takes me up to Awesome Job/Living Situation Land
Whoever comes up with some great ideas I use and prosper by will get baked goods, a beer and twenty dollars.
Etc.
-Going to be planting a garden. Fava beans, green beans, pumpkins, watermelons and herbs. Some wildflowers too. Think I'll use cinderblocks as planters to avoid contact witht eh quite possibly toxic Somerville soil.
-I thought I heard a riot and looked out the window to see a parade full of Little Leaguers walking down the street with firetrucks and cops. New hot thing: full grown women wearing baseball uniforms.
-I'm serious about the fan fiction thing. Offers of a couch to crash on and job-bearing people to introduce me to get extra points.
-What's with the lack of small dark cafes in Davis Square? That's supposed to be one of the perks of putting up with jackass college students everywhere, right?
-Oh well. At least outside there's an ultra serious man with male pattern baldness and a guitar case on his back walking down the street briskly and talking on his cellphone while dressed in black. Right. Now.