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Those were the words on a t-shirt my oldest brother wore the day he turned 30. I still have the shirt, and in fact wore it on my own thirtieth birthday 10 years ago. If I were to wear it again, I suppose I would need to update it. I would be lying if I said that I didn't at all ponder the ramifications of turning 40. I don't mean the physical things, which thus far have been mostly inconsequential. Yes, the ratio of gray to brown hair increases by the day. And, yes, my knees rebel if I try to run two days in a row. What I mean is more of an intellectual awareness that time is fleeting. Such an awareness is not new to me because even as a child I had it. I can remember getting up out of bed one night around age 5 and crying at the top of the stairs, having somehow come to the awareness that everyone in my family would one day die. It's like the Flaming Lips song, Do You Realize?. "Do you realize / that everyone you know some day will die?" (If only I had reached ...

To paraphrase Mark Twain, rumors of this blog's demise have been greatly exaggerated. I haven't posted for a long time, and that's for several reasons. In no particular order: 1. School. I finished midterms last week and recently completed two papers. 2. Not feeling I had anything particularly interesting to write. 3. Japan. I felt that anything I wrote would be trivial next to the devastation wrought upon that country. I managed to run outside this morning for the first time since December, which enabled me to clarify my thoughts on some issues that I will share shortly.