When 30 years is enough...

So a friend of mine turned 30 today. This is a significant milestone, worthy of celibration, indeed inibreation. Inibreation was accomplished and dancing ensued. Ah, so tough to want to toss these words about. Our lad had a good time though and I think many in our party did as well. Some things occurred to me during my drunk ponderings. One, it is absurd that we live the lives we live. We seem to mostly live to escape living. We would like to be our drunk selves more often that not, but yet realize that our drunk selves could not function in the "real world" and so consign ourselves to days of half hearted effort. We live for the week-ends at this point, a mere couple of days to obliterate the week. What are our professional accomplishments besides our personal ones? Most would like to believe that their professional deeds are noticed, but likelyh those are not. Mostly when one reflects on a life it is the lives of others that have been touched that matter. And still, do not millions die after living obscure lives that are uterly meaningless to the common man? But yet in the meaningless of those lives the lives of the few distinguished give the rest of humanity hope. Interesting none the less.

It occurs to me during these drunk episodes that what I would most like to do is:
1) write
2) travel to a) africa b) south america c) australia d) india/China
3) instruct some kind of cross country skiing clinic

I have resigned myself to the fact that I am no genius engineer. I am okay, perhaps competent at best. Mostly I have been too drunk and disturbed to amount to much. I would like to make some contribution and some impact before I leave. Hopefully that is many years into the furter (the latter).

This summer I would like to activate the "paddles up yo" travel adventure co from its dormant place. Time to get to those canoe trips I otherwise would not take. I've resigned myself to the fact that I might only be able to do a small subset of the trips I would like to do. No time like the present to start.

Booya. A girl would be nice too, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Sayonara