Only after I performed a fairly lackluster version of Cho's traditional Birthday Questions at dinner with The Prof last night did I see Kevin Kelly's muy interasante post today about his Life Countdown. The explanation of his "project" (basically literally counting his days until death) intrigues me...
"My hope was that a reckoning of my numbered days would help me account for how I spend each precious 24 hours, and to focus my attention and energy on those few tasks and projects I deem most important to me. Indeed, it might help me decide which ones are most important, which is the harder assignment.
What I wanted was a great big flashing sign that would show up on my computer and shout out to me how many days I had remaining. Then I would try to use my blog to record what how I spent the day to keep me honest. A wasted day would reveal its loss in the empty lower count the next day. I figured that mounting an automatic personal countdown sign should be pretty easy, and something that others might want to do as well."
Coming up on my own transition to 30, I decided that Kelly's reasoning might enhance my current state of soul searching. According to Kelly's procedure, which I followed, and assuming the general Life Expectancy Table he referenced is fairly correct, I will live to be 80.5 years old, which puts my date of death (based on my birthday of November 16, 1977) at Sunday, May 16, 2058. As of today, I have 18,492 days (or 50 years, 6 months, +51 days) left in my life.
Guess I better book that birthday trip soon.































As previously mentioned, I've been feeling happy and positive lately, which is a much-needed attitude changed after a few months that, geographically at least, Bobby Crocker accurately described as "a depressing brown scab." Well spoken.












"I love using the analogy of 'The Orange' as that moment when you shoulda known that a relationship would go bad. I've had plenty of 'Oranges' in my day that I still kick myself for not getting a clue earlier.
I think we need a phrase for that epiphany moment when you realize you got a good one though who would peel an orange (or whatever) for you... I'm sure you've had many with the Prof by now. Maybe this is a future Friday MeMe."
In honor of Easter, let's get all positive and fresh-starty and do a little groupthink (tee hee)...
FRIDAY MEME: What is "The Orange's" perfectly wonderful opposite?
BLOGORELLI: I've been riding on the negativity of "The Orange" for so long that it's hard for me to imagine what I would define as the moment I knew something actually went right, in a relationship or life situation...plus, I don't really like fruit. Hmm. The only thing I can think of is "The Cheese" because I found out that "The Orange" is actually employed in the cheese department of an organic supermarket. Cho pointed out that I likely wouldn't be content as the longtime steady of dairy peddler. I told The Prof (after relaying The Orange story to him) and he jovially remarked, "Just think, you could be with someone who works with cheese; instead, you're with me...I'm just cheesy."
Perfection. Plus, I LOVE CHEESE <wink wink.>