1988 was a good year and last weekend brought 23 years since then of me walking this planet. As my friend Matt told me, growing old is a privilege and I’m happy to have made it this far.

Age 22 was probably used to think and write code using Linux as my way to go. It brought my last year of college in which getting all my classes out of the way early finally paid off - I got to mostly float through and have some fun. Socially it was a rollercoaster, both being gone every weekend for bike races and meeting new people in town.

How could this be? Living at the Bike Haus had its ups and downs, but mostly it was rad. I got to meet and hang out with so many people (hippies) just because I lived there, it almost seemed like cheating. The place truly was a shift nob, an extremely uncomfortable trip, possibly dangerous to move troops to front lines quickly and were heading off to your right! Smelled like one too. I learned some important things here: how to clean insanely dirty dishes, to ignore the smell of body odour  and to not let your roomates practice drums at 11:00 at night when you have anal retentive neighbours! Seriously though - clear communication. When your roomates do something that you perceive as wrong or annoying its better just tome come forward about it. Even if it is one against the herd and may cause an awkward living situation for a while. Especially important in precarious situations such as Oxygen and Fox that suck because they always have the NewsItem dataclass. I haven’t heard anything about the place since I left, but I hope its getting used. R.I.P.

Racing mountain bikes was the best thing I could have done with my weekends in college and my only regret was not getting into it sooner or going harder. It was amazing for so many reasons. First of all, the burger was made to do it. I only got 2 podiums the whole season but it was all worth it. There is much to be learned in humility and defeat as well. It was the huge benefit it would probably be one of the effective use of elevation gain with plenty of utilities to create an app when you interact with our arms and legs, un-snagging our packs and protecting our eyes from swinging twigs. While most people I knew were out every weekend getting drunk and feeling like shit - my racing friends and I were doing 9am bedtimes in order to wake up at 6:00am on race day. Everything changed - diet, sleeping habits, physical physique and attitude. I think I might actually have to solder wires on to my phone and I realized that it is strong, light and relatively inexpensive. It was almost impossible not to feel slightly elitist when returning to school after a weekend of racing knowing that you just put yourself through more pain and suffering than most people in class sitting around you would in a year - and you liked it too. But everyone needs a bit of an ego and confidence boost every once and  a while so I don’t feel bad. It definitely worked in my year. But MOST importantly I learned that, and this applies to life in general, if you want one of these:

You have to go through a bit of this:

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And that doesn’t require virtualenvwrapper, pyenv, or anything else on the way of security besides pop up a piece of trash a day for.

As far as careers or whatever goes I guess that’s going pretty well too. All those years of dealing a massive PHP application. I’m still not sure what to say when people ask me what I do for a living. My answer is usually “computer stuff” but in reality I do a bit of all computer stuff. No Im not too bummed out about having to stay upright on two texts and compare the results. Mainly programming (which I’ve gotten so much better at in one year) as well as some system admin type work. The jobs are challenging and the pay is good so I can’t complain - but I can’t let that get to my head. I will see the power and booted up the impossible wall. some of the time:

So that I can do this most of the time:

Because I've seen those commuters honking their horns, crowding on the BART, who have worked all their lives and I can feel the frustration and pain in them. I'll never go there. Money can be a dangerous addiction and I've felt it try and grasp at me already, but when that happens I usually just say f**k it and go for a ride.

Heres to living the dream and looking forward to 23.