The Perfect is the Enemy of the Blog.

I am now 30. I discovered that hiding your birthday on facebook renders you invisible to the world. For my birthday I got technology, and a yoga mat. I could be like an IBM commercial where I connect with monks in Nepal on top of a mountain. I'm reading Los Detectives Salvajes. Por Roberto Bolaño. The last novel that I can positively remember reading is Memorias de mis Putas Tristes, which I read in 2005. Anyway, Bolaño is Pimp Slice. Makes me want to write another novel. Makes it fun to hang out in cafes and it has rekindled my appreciation of cappuccinos. The comparison of his style with Rayuela is fairly apt, though there are lots of differences. I like the fact that he started writing for real in his 40s. I used to think that I had to write my famous stuff by 25. I was thinking of Keats and Camus. And I sort of did that, but since then I've changed my mind and I think I'll write when I'm older, assuming I'm still alive. I will also write philosophy and I will be a grouchy professor as well. This may be after I have saved the world from robots, or given up on doing so. Being back in Cambridge has made me think about college. I didn't like college a whole lot. I don't like institutions. That simple fact unites the entrepreneurship, the writing, in my mind. And it explains why you might like being a professor, provided that you can bypass the fuedal system. M. tells me that I was an explorer in a past life. This would certainly explain my interest in Indiana Jones as a child, not to mention my peregrinations around the world and into the jungle. It's a fundamentally inconsistent calling, born of restlessness and samsara. My parents revealed to me a couple years ago that they had thought, when I was graduating high school, that I was going to be an actor. I was surprised. I never thought I had what it took to cut it as an actor. As soon as they told me I sort of wished I had been an actor. I would certainly in that case have aspired to write my own movie and then star in it, like Rocky. I'd like to make a movie about a tai chi master who is over the hill. He's middle aged and constantly fighting much bigger, stronger, younger guys. The key thing about being older is that your body takes so long to bounce back from little (or big) injuries. You can function and sort of repair yourself, but it gets increasingly harder to feel at the top of your game. But you have lots of character. That's what I liked about Dr. Jones.