I'm OK with 31 as well.

You can still do the stuff you did in your twenties. You just have to drink more water and maybe not eat the fourth piece of pizza at one in the morning.

Salut, thirties. I'm smarter now and am plagued by less regret. I go to bed earlier but still get more done.

Sometimes I wish I could still eat all that damned pizza, though.

32 as of a week and a half ago. Thirties are WAY better than Twenties so far. But, then, life was in a much better place on the eve of my 30th, than on the Eve of my 20th.

Though, I remember connecting much better with 30 year olds at 25 than I connect with 25 year olds today. I think this internet computing thingy-mabob, media saturation whatsit has alot to do with that.

not to mention the Rose Coloured glasses.

DrAwkward wrote:I'm 33 and pulling some amazing tail. I dunno, is that the sort of thing we're supposed to be saying here?

I am 31 and also pulling amazing tail... wtf??>

Man, there was a time where there'd be a two week battle between me and 5 or 6 of you people calling me a sexist prick and whatnot if I were to casually mention the quality of tail I had been pulling

I hope you all appreciate what I had to go through to give you the freedom to just casually toss around these words like this

As of this month I've got a year before I should be posting on this thread. In a lot of ways I feel like I'm just discovering my stride. The older I get, the more I live and learn and feel, the further to the Left I move. One of my favorite things about aging (and thinking and living and reading on, on, on) is the way history begins to invade the present, well up in the head, become less abstract; reality opens up almost impossibly and is all the more deeply felt in the midst of its relentless burial beneath the eternal present of CNN, etc. Time and space expand and contract like they can't when you're young, and the present becomes "thick," like a palimpsest. I never knew how old I was until I started teaching college classes. Twenty-year-olds don't even get Simpsons references, most of the time.

Speaking of which, another thing I like: being post-drug use, by and large, yet feeling the strangeness of things. There are specters I didn't feel and couldn't know when I was younger.

My generation and younger--we are the first in modern civilization for whom making new life is honestly seen as an ecological dilemma. We are born into a shitstorm that cloaks itself in glibness and banality.

Meanwhile, I understand increasingly and impossibly what it means to make a relationship work. It seems to come pretty easy for some, but for me this is the toughest and maybe the most rewarding thing, forging a life in two-ness.

Alain Badiou wrote:As for love, there is nothing mystical or irrational about it. It is the existential construction of a thought of the TWO; it is an intimate and creative experience of difference.

Crazy stuff breaks my heart as I age. Plain things. People getting by, people reaching out, people saying NO, fighting, fighting impossibly.

And I can grow an okay--not great but not completely laughable--beard now. Without it, I still get ID-ed every time. All smiles for twenty-nine!

Marsupialized wrote:Man, there was a time where there'd be a two week battle between me and 5 or 6 of you people calling me a sexist prick and whatnot if I were to casually mention the quality of tail I had been pulling

I hope you all appreciate what I had to go through to give you the freedom to just casually toss around these words like this

This is starting one's thirties off right.

You tell those young fuckers, Pouchbelly! They have NO IDEA OF THE SACRIFICES YOU'VE MADE!!!

Cheers, Lemur. My AP confusion and angst has been eased. I've always wanted to blame Kid Rock for something, and now I can.

dontfeartheringo wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:Man, there was a time where there'd be a two week battle between me and 5 or 6 of you people calling me a sexist prick and whatnot if I were to casually mention the quality of tail I had been pulling

I hope you all appreciate what I had to go through to give you the freedom to just casually toss around these words like this

This is starting one's thirties off right.

You tell those young fuckers, Pouchbelly! They have NO IDEA OF THE SACRIFICES YOU'VE MADE!!!

A little respect, please.
Back in Aught One, Marsup used to walk to and from the bar in the snow, uphill (both ways), with nothing but cardboard boxes on his feet, just to pull some tail, so one day we could all do the same.
He bought longnecks with foodstamps.

Salut Marsup, of the real Greatest Generation! Selfless pioneer of tail getting! You suffered so we didn't have to!

-A

I'm 36. Always mistaken for younger (babyfaced.)
Old enough to know, young enough to not give a fuck.

dontfeartheringo wrote: My band is playing at the Caledonia on 3 November with Stinking Lizaveta. You should come to that, methinks.

You're gonna want to see Stinking Liz. For sure.