i’ve been keeping pretty busy with work and life (more life than work lately, but i prefer it that way. even if the life shit isn’t all that great).

i haven’t been able to get out with my new nikon d5000 as much as i’d like, which is disappointing. i’m working on that though. i have been taking a beginners class from cord camera which is teaching me some stuff about my camera that i didn’t figure out on my own. hell, i even read the manual for the goddamn thing (and so far 2 photography books as well). i’m looking forward to the warm weather so hopefully i can get out and take some pictures. i’m not too comfortable taking it out into the snow and slush just yet.

here’s the new dillinger escape plan song/video. shit is \m/ as fuck

(yes i preordered their album and yes i opted for the $80 box set b/c i am a huge nerd)

while i’m on music, east of the wall (which used to be called the postman syndrome) is putting out what would have been the 2nd postman album. the only catch is that they need 100 people to preorder it so they can do a proper release, otherwise it’ll just be an itunes only type thing. so if you like good bands that are doing it diy then go over there to their site and preorder the shit. i promise you won’t be disappointed, especially if you like some weird-kind-of-mathy-metal music.

so that’s it for now i guess.

28 isn’t very special. there’s not much to turning 28 really. 30 might mean something. it’s always like you pick years that should mean something to you. 30 is when you get married. 35 is when you have kids. 55 or 65 and you retire. you don’t really hear about someone making plans for 28. it’s kind of this weird, between age; not really a kid but not really an adult either.

i do feel different though. i feel older and wiser, but not because of my birthday. my birthday somehow lost that all powerful significance. i find myself thinking about things i never thought i would… marriage, kids, buying a house. i even find myself looking forward to those things. but it’s not like these thoughts magically appeared the day after my birthday. they’ve been creeping in over the last few months, or maybe years even.

i think the real significance of your birthday is the way it makes you think back on your life. to take notice of what you’ve done, where you’ve gone, what you’ve seen. to think back on what your life is, what it isn’t, and what you wish/want it to be. your birthday isn’t so much about getting presents and getting wasted and having fun (although i think it’s an excellent excuse to do all those things) but more about taking stock of who you are and evaluating yourself.

it’s about growing up.

fucking 26… shit. time flies, eh?

i guess i could say something about the nature of growing older, wiser, more mature, but fuck that shit. i’ll have time for that BS when i’m 30. for now i just want to continue on in my fairly uneventful, but rather stress and responsibility free life. i think everyone really has to grow up someday, but for me it won’t be today.

fuck it. life goes on. live and love and learn. grow up, grow out. don’t sell out, buy in (thanks slc punk).

oh next week i’m going to canada. can’t wait. it’s gonna be fucking cold up there, but the beer will keep me warm i’m sure.