Tricia is now thirty, which is the new twenty, just like Tuesday was the new Thursday (which was the the new Friday) and gray was the new black. For the record, Friday is now the new Friday and black is the new black.
I must say, looking at this photo, we are certainly better looking than we were in college or even at 25. It’s all the good, clean living.
Happy Birthday, Pat! I understand that coincidentally it is also your twin sister Mary Ann’s birthday, so pass the wishes along to her.
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Let’s say you do occupation or pursuit X. And the odds of being a success at X aren’t very good, or at least it’s an exceptionally competative market. X could be playing guitar, writing, clam biology, construction contracting, or fighting for academic grants in a Phd program. Sooner or later a friend in occupation Y (Y is just something other than X) introduces you to a fellow writer, contractor, or clam biologist. The newly met peer can only tell you one of two things. One, yes times are very difficult and I’ve had very rough go, but I learned A,B, and C, let’s commiserate and compare notes. Or two, I’m way more successful than you–you suck. Nobody likes to hear two, so they don’t stick around for the chance.
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Site of the Day: It’s good to be thirty when you think about how dumb high schoolers are.