I was thinking today about being in my twenties. What a shitstorm. It is so easy to get lost and confused about life and what you are supposed to be doing with it. I tend to cope with spending stupid amounts of time on some project hoping it will define me or bump me out of my existential funk. I quickly realized I had made no memories slaving over something that inevitably didn’t work out. Then I thought about just hitting the road. I thought about just getting in my car and driving somewhere. Or buying a plane ticket to go see a friend who I was never very close with, but would be happy to see for a weekend. Then I thought about being in my thirties, looking back at my twenties and regrettably not having any notable memories. Besides sitting at a coffee shop, working after work.
Now I am thinking about the season of lent. I keep thinking about how beautiful it is when you just let go, unplug, and find peace in the confusion. It’s ok. I don’t need to know what I am doing with my life yet. I have a set of great friends and we live in a great city. I have a great job that I am guilty of taking for granted sometimes. I have a great girlfriend who is always supportive even when life gets crazy and weird. I have the mobility to just pick a new city and figure it out, or even to simply take a trip for a weekend to see a new place.
Those two things - quiet reflection, and spur of the moment trips - are what I want to define my twenties. I want to look back on inward struggle and inward success (or failure), and just getting out sometimes to experience the world I believe God created and find what new inward struggle it has to offer. This idea adds an ebb and flow into my twenties that I don’t yet have; I have not yet tried to find it. I am almost half way through my twenties, but glass half full, I have half my twenties left to be able to look back at them with plenty of stories.
To be clear, I have lots of memories with great friends, whom I wouldn’t trade for the world. It is you people I want to up the ante with. Next time you see me, if you have someplace in mind, ask me and I will be ready to go.
He’d hoped to procure one of the elusive “silver” pugs; this mutt stuck out like a sore thumb. That’s what he got for shopping with a non-AKC breeder.
(Photo: David Lauridsen; Dwell, November 2007)
RIP: Walter Fredrick Morrison, the inventor of the Frisbee, passed away at his home in Monroe, Utah, on Tuesday. He was 90.
Fun Frisbee Fact: Originally called the “Pluto Platter,” Morrison sold the production rights in 1957 to the legendary Wham-O toy company, which gave the plastic flying disc its iconic name.
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You will be missed Walt.
Many desert creatures glean moisture from the blood and tissue of prey; she found a soak in the kiddie pool easier to stomach .
(Photo: Gregg Segal; Dwell, November 2008)
I love this blog.
He’d become a caricature of what it meant to be a young, monied follower.
(Photo: Dave Lauridsen; Dwell, November 2007)
Everybody follow unhappyhipsters. So funny.

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RIP: Walter Fredrick Morrison, the inventor of the Frisbee, passed away at his home in Monroe, Utah, on Tuesday. He was 90.
Fun Frisbee Fact: Originally called the “Pluto Platter,” Morrison sold the production rights in 1957 to the legendary Wham-O toy company, which gave the plastic flying disc its iconic name.
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You will be missed Walt.](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxpho7LTiP1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)



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Apple Product of the Day: You’ll buy it, and you’ll like it!
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Thinking things through: U could be doing it better.
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