Caught Up

Today, I have finally finished adding all of the posts from my previous blog to the archives here. This blog now contains all of the posts I have made since last February, after my hard drive crashed in my former Powerbook. All other posts, previous to that, most likely are lost for good. A small bummer but if I happen to get those back I will back post those as well.

DaddyKens

One of the things I just love about my Dad, Kenneth, is the really great quotes he often includes in the e-mail and letters he sends me. They never fail to enlighten, impart or just plain make me smile. A recent one really floored me:

“If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.”

If that is not a life motto I don’t know what is. I just had to ask him where it came from. Here is his response:

“I get it from astrologist Caroline Casey. She says it sometimes during her radio program, which I sometimes engineer. Over the years, I’ve collected about 5 of her most often used little sayings and I employ them sometimes in letters… You’ll get more.”

I can’t wait.

Dressing My Age

It was Bethany’s birthday last Friday (Happy Birthday Baby!). I did my best to plan a whole day worth of fun activities in order to celebrate. We started with a great brunch meal at Hell’s Kitchen, saw a Fringe Festival show and went to the Lagoon Theater and saw the film Crash, and that is only half of it.

After the movie, we decided to walk around uptown a bit and do a little window shopping. We stopped a few different places but eventually came to Urban Outfitters. For those who don’t know, Urban Outfitters is the place to shop for the to-cool-for-school crowd. It was here, between the throwback-logo-ringer tees, too-hip-to-do-the-laundry denim, euro-trash-trainer jackets and mad-cow-suede track shoes that it finally hit me… I am too old for these clothes.

I have now reached an age where, some of the fashions that would have looked great on me even a few short years ago, now would look ridiculous on me. I don’t quite know when or how this happened. It seems like just yesterday I would have looked great in this stuff. And it is not just this store either. It seems about half of the stores that exist in todays retail mall landscape largely sell stuff that, if I were to wear it, I would look like a 37 year old trying to look 17. Do you know why? Because, I would be a 37 year old trying to look 17. I am just not a demographically catered-to mass market consumer any longer. At least not to the stores I used to frequent.

It all makes me feel so, well, old.