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Neat meme taken from nimir_ra_:

Make a paragraph using just the 1st sentence from the 1st post of each month of 2004. This is supposed to be what your year was like.

2003 in review part 3. On the spur of the moment I went to a birthday-slash-Superbowl party last night. Very much on my mind this morning is the idea of the "soulmate." I don't know by what agency I am still awake. We celebrated Beltane eve last night. IAD BALT = IALDABAOTH? Mostly for my own reference, but posted here because it may be of interest to many of you, if you have not already read it: Several people on my friends list, and people close to me, have been posting about sexual violence today. Dee called yesterday. lady_babalon and I have been talking a lot lately about our career plans and the thought that we want to do something meaningful with our lives, preferably something that does not contribute to injustice or is not permeated by the taint of unethical conduct. This was a really nice weekend. "Tiphareth droppings" is the derisive phrase I coined a few years ago to describe the kinds of mystical revelations that appear in the form of words, ideas, or concepts.

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The luxury of boredom: one gen-x-er's angst

I have a whole afternoon to myself.

I'm sitting here on the computer, watching snow fall, and feeling guilty because I'm not working on one of several projects I've been thinking about lately.

For one thing, there's the actuary exam coming up in May that I've been planning to take, and I have a lot of preparation to do for it. I have the time, I could be working on that now.

There's this idea I've been tossing around for a couple of months now, about organizing my thoughts and writing a collection of essays on social issues and politics, organized around the Green Party's "ten key points."

Then I've also been thinking that I owe it to the world and to others like me to write down some of my thoughts and experiences as a transsexual. The working title for this project is "You Cannot Possibly Imagine," because I realized one day that "cis-gendered" people really can't possibly imagine what it is like to be transgendered, the kinds of things we experience, the ways we have to question things others take for granted.

I have so much to do, how dare I waste a day doing nothing?

The problem is that I am a Generation-Xer. Everyone I've known who is close to my age feels like there is some grand project that they're meant to be working on. Usually this is something that involves writing, or music, or film, or sculpture, or something. That, or its some big career move that they feel they ought to spend their time and effort on.

secret_willow just came in to ask me for my assistance in hanging some speakers in the new living room so that we can have surround-sound. This sounds like an excellent diversion from my angst -- it will save me from the drive to do something meaningful.

Note: Wikipedia's article, linked above, cites 1961-1981 as the years of Generation X. I protest: Gen-X birthdates span from 1964 to 1975. Otherwise, it's a worthwhile article.