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revise your life

Today I am 26. It's true; they do come more quickly. And as J. said last night concerning her own position, in fourteen years—an entirely comprehensible span of time—I will be forty.

So live well now. I think I am.

In the past year I gave up on trying to publish Song of Roland; had my first story accepted by a magazine; spent a month doing research in Guatemala; fled Portland, returned to Portland, left again; took up the cello; assembled a two-man, one-machine rock outfit and took it around Portland; saw yet more of my friends get married; got into grad school.

This year I will finish and try to purvey Approaching Zero; make another record or two; learn to garden; learn to read German competently; get better at the piano, cello, etc.; learn a lot more about books. Here's a grand place to do it.

 

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