Things.

I haven’t bothered to celebrate the ‘New Year’ for many years, but this year for the first time the kids are really challenging that. They’re overcome with emotion.

Seeing them so moved by the passage of time makes me think I’ve lost something important.

I have no idea how to get this important thing back.

I haven’t properly read a book in some time and tonight for some reason I realize that this is a shift in my life that I once would never have imagined occurring.

I am finding it increasingly difficult to know what I am thinking at any given moment.

There is an inherent beauty and grandeur in humanity that the “progress people” are trying to obscure because ultimately they late life.

People are most essentially human at around one year old; after that, they gradually lose their humanity until they are a dying, empty husk.

People reach husk stage at varying rates, some in their 20s or 30s, others in their 80s or 90s, but nobody over one year old is as human as the average one year old.

Feeding yourself in pre-industrial society is not the same as feeding yourself in post-industrial society.

I have trouble seeing people who post a lot on social media as real people any longer; I tend to think they committed a kind of essence-suicide as they “became online.”

I routinely forget that I have a Ph.D.

I am one hundred percent wasting my life in a fit of immoral laziness and complacency, apart from the parenting part.

I can remember when I used to dream of the Contax full frame camera system back in the day and think it was something I’d never, ever own; these days, serious cameras with exponentially better specs are a dime a dozen.

That said, I don’t even shoot stock any more, much less shoot for pleasure and reflection as I used to.

The foliage in my yard is both overgrown and needs to be ripped out and undergreen and needs to be watered and nurtured.

I saw a prettyish girl at the convenience store earlier tonight who smelled of a lot of perfume and for some reason I instantly thought she was likely a call girl, and I don’t know why.

Once a very, very long time ago I made a bucket list, which I stored in an Apple Newton 2100. I tend to believe and claim that I’ve done everything on the list.

That Newton is still here and it still works and has all the data in it, but I haven’t actually checked the bucket list in years.

I haven’t copied the bucket list out to some newer format and I have no plans to do so.

Swiss watches are better looking than Japanese watches, but Japanese watches are many times more robust; also, nobody wears watches anymore, which is also an indication that the general population is a lot less human than it used to be.

I once took a Chinese class a million years ago in grad school but I still don’t really speak any Chinese in any useful way.

All young women are pretty, but all young guys are not handsome.