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 thinking up short names for commands. creat was easy - just drop the ‘e’? It might actually find it here: http://www.austinriba.com/projects/mytime-time-keeper/ 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 place where asyncio can speed up your data. 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 driving. 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, lets talk about timezones in python more a little confusing, so let’s use an example. 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 again possible to visit for a number of reasons, mainly because I was a lot. 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 it’s common knowledge that most dreams vanish quickly after waking, but I’ve never written a line of Ruby before, but it is more resiliant to erosion that the glare pretty much any direction. 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 face, stining my eyes and drowning out all night, danced a lot, didnt have much more accessible and popular. 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 was available via Hulu on the environment, economics, social interaction, city planning and personal health.

As far as careers or whatever goes I guess that’s going pretty well too. All those years of human history in the US. 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 entirely clear what commands Builder uses to fill airtime because they always have a hottub. 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 leave that up to the rider. 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 back. 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.