Stop the buck. Pick the papaya. It's time to say something. I turned 24 yesterday, with Dos XX en las venas and Colombia in my hair, sawdust en los zapatos and coals glowing in the fire. Soda Creek sang a slow song in the starlight, and I called off a b-day bash to opt for the company of family and a fudge brownie. Life is great.
Common philosophy reiterates time and again that we know nothing. Music lyrics, blogs, Bartlett's Famous Quotations, and the 104 section in the non-fiction stacks are filled with people spouting that the more we live the less we know. This I've found true, and thus journeyed further into the realm of indecision, relativism, opinion-shying, and information omnivory.
However, I HAVE learned some things about this world. I've encountered some truths, some opinions, and since I'm 24 now I think I should grab hold of 'em. Pine forests, Incan ruins, river currents, library patrons, cognates. I want to talk about these things. So Idea 7/24 will be a year of short essays, the intention being to stay away from journaling format, but rather to create 365 statements about this world. With the 365th entry I will turn 25, on 7/24 of 2009. Let's have a great year.
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