Thoughts On Being 32

I turn 32 today. I’m halfway to 64 (will you still love me when I’m 64?).
Just some thoughts on this Sunday morning…
- I agree with Leo Laporte, although I’m “over” social media because all of this wonderful (or mundane) content we are creating is locked inside pretty boxes held by companies looking to use as as advertising/tracking/monetizing batteries.
NoScript for Firefox is a wonderful thing.
- School basically starts back tomorrow. My 8th graders will start class on Tuesday and Wednesday. I remember being so anxious and excited when I was going through the school process, so it’s always interesting being on “the other side” of the teacher/student relationship and seeing how much emotional time and energy teachers have already poured into the year before the students get there.
I can’t wait.
And no, there is no divide. That was a device.
- I wish I had more time to invest in projects like Thinking.FM or the array of ideas that flow through my head. Having this place as my hub is a good reminder to focus and keep things simple.
Between fatherhood and teaching (which feels like parenting dozens of kids sometimes), I have little time to decompress, let alone podcast.
I really want to do more podcasting, though.
- Advertising is a terrible business model.
- I’m using Ubuntu and projects like Firefox/Thunderbird much more these days. It feels great to be back on Ubuntu, which I’ve been using off and on since late 2005. I cannot believe it’s almost been five years since that first install. My how bits fly.
- Lou Pinella retired from the Cubs starting today. This after we traded Derek Lee on Monday. Stunning week for us Cubbies. However, like all things… change can be good. In this season of “school year” change, I’m hoping this leads to good things for us on the field. I especially hope Ryne Sandberg gets the coaching role.
- 32 is an odd age to be.

Happy birthday, Sam, from someone older than you! The older I get the less age seems to matter. I think that’s a good thing. I wish you a wonderful year!
Thanks, Mike!
It is funny that I have to pause and do the math to figure out how old I am these days. I guess that last big birthday of 25 (when you can finally rent a car) is the last time you consciously know your age.
it is not odd—tis even!
curiouser and curiouser, always.