Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I turned 32.
Birthdays have lost their sizzle, to be sure. I mean, where’s the celebration in turning 32? Let me tell you about some of the great things in life that make me happy to be a thirtysomething.
- My Wife. There came a point in life where I simply accepted my singular existence as par for the course (naturally, this epiphany struck me while in my twentysomethings). Oh, the angst. It was only when I became a thirtysomething that my chance of a lifetime fell into my lap. Entering the third decade of my life imbued me with a different sense of self-worth and hope that, even through the tough times, managed to live on when before it would have crumbled. And life with my wife has made getting older a better cup of tea, because we do it together. I love you, sweetie.
- My Obliviousness. I’m not sure if that’s a real word; if it’s not, we’ll just chalk it up to the effects of aging on the mind. While watching TV recently, I saw an ad for NOW! That’s What I Call Music, Volume 16. Naturally, the music being advertised was awful and made me want to jam sharpened pencils into my eardrums. But that’s not what struck me. As I listened to the music drain the life out of my soul, it occured to me that I had absolutely no idea who most of these “performers” were and recognized only one song. Oh, the joy! Swearing off radio and MTV has been the best thing to happen to my musical life. The background noise I used to willingly subject myself to is gone, gone, gone. It’s so cool to not know what’s supposed to be cool, and such a blissful state can only be achieved with age
- My Job. As I sit here, in front of my 18” Apple display, I realize that my job is awesome. I know my boss sometimes reads my blog, so let me clarify: this is not a feeble attempt at sucking up. The latter portion of my twenties, the years after graduation from college, were spent in a fruitless quest for a job that allowed me to not only do what I love, but grow as a professional. Sadly, every fleeting chance I had at working in the San Antonio creative market left a bad taste in my mouth. My co-workers and bosses were good people, to be sure, but it seemed like there was always something that got in the way of progression. As a thirtysomething — and only a thirtysomething — I have found a place where the work environment is (mostly) what I always thought it should be. Not perfect, but progressive.
So that’s my shpeel. I look forward to a quiet celebration tonight with my wife, my mom and my dad. Mmmmmm… cake.
In the New Tricks department, things are going swimmingly. I’m tearing through Zeldman’s book once again because I have so, so, so much to learn. I am redesigning my website to be sweet to all browsers and non-traditional Internet devices. Oh, the joy and pain of XHTML and CSS layout! So far the results are smashing, with only one inexplicable bug in Mozilla/PC (pretty weird, because NS6/PC loves the same code). You can sheck out the progress anytime. The layout works great in the latest versions of Opera/PC, IE/PC & Mac, and Netscape/PC & Mac but has problems with some vertical whitespace at the top margin in the latest versions of Safari and Mozilla/PC & Mac. Any tips would be helpful, and deserving of a cyber-“high five.”
Till next time, netizens.