• 1:45 PM
  Halpy Berthdeigh

It was my birthday on the 2nd. I had a nice dinner with Helen and went up the space needle to wander the O-deck, which I haven't done since.. er.. well, a long time. It was a clear day, and looking at a city from above is vastly more entertaining than it sounds. So interesting and full of lives, you can watch a police car fight crime as it wanders the city, or observe the dance of the ferries. The elevator op and coffee wench spun up their tourist routine, but quickly retired it once we told them we were in-towners.

I'm 28 now, but the year between 27 and 28 only represents 3 and a half percent of my life thus far, whereas the year from 24 to 25 was a full four percent when it happened. The years are getting more insignificant as I age, and my linear age seems to become more irrelevant every passing year. Maybe age should be logarithmic scaled, so that you count each time your age doubles as a single lifetime unit (such as with frequencies and octaves). By this measure, I was 1 year old 4.8 lifetimes ago (or 48 decilifes, if we *10 to compensate for big units, like in the decibel scale) (you can't start from 0, because there are infinite decilifes between 0 and any age).

I wanted to figure out when my actual year age and decilifes since year 1 would be the same, but it turned into a hairy equation which I can't figure out, no matter how I transform it. I musta been asleep in that math unit.
10(ln(age)/ln(2)) = age
It's somewhere between 58 and 59, but I still want to know.

My bike has gone to work every time I have, 14 round trips so far. Every time, I learn a little bit about the process of bike commuting. How to lock the bike quickly. What to do with your sunglasses between getting into the dark garage and locking your bike. Which drivers are most likely going to turn right in front of you, signal or no. I'm sure there's lots more. By now it might be faster for me to leave the house when I'm not driving. I know it's sure a lot easier to park. My commuter bikey now has fenders, a rack, and "the coffee boner"

I am systematically removing brands from this guy as I can. Goof off and q tips mean that I'm not constantly advertising what kind of aluminum alloy the handlebars are made out of.

Helen got the exact same bike, so now we are in danger of being a dorky matching bike couple. Hyurgh. When we went to bainbridge island for sunday lunch, the other bikers on the way back were matching couples. 2 on matching treks, 2 on an orange tandem (that counts).

I am looking forward to the coming year. I have my same exact nice job back. I'm improving in production skills again, and my car will be paid off so soon I can taste the title. Of course, I don't plan on driving it nearly as much. But that just means it'll stay functional over a longer period or something. Ah whatever. The future's so bright, I gotta look at it through a swarovski-scope.

Starbucks is not the best place to get coffee in Seattle, but that's all they have on top of the space needle. Oh yeah, note my special funny way of holding cups.

P.S. people who live in apartments with a view of the space needle: I can totally see into your stuff from up here.