Today I am 24 and we are going to make ice cream and cook the world's best curry. We also found a board game at Bookman's where you play the last surviving members of the human race. They have names like Captain Dionysus and Captain Eros, and apparently they restore the Earth by answering trivia questions or something. I'll let you know how it goes.
In the past year I:
visited New York City and the House on the Rock,
acquiesced to religion,
had a brief affair,
took up painting,
got that graduate degree,
almost died in a car wreck,
received a shockingly generous postgraduate fellowship,
moved to Arizona, and
joined a rock band.
This year I shall:
finish the manuscript of Song of Roland,
write a novel-length draft of In the Twilight of the Third Age,
record an album with the band,
write an interactive text adventure,
shoot an hour-plus movie with Nik and Eric involving stuffed animals,
paint several pictures,
start exercising as soon as the damned heat permits,
get involved with the local Zen center, and
try my damnedest to sell at least one manuscript and continue this... career? Can I call it a career yet?
Metameat one year ago, right before everything went to hell.