Some bastards tried to steal my bike seat. They couldn't cut the cable-lock (meaning they must have had just a knife and not a serious pair of clippers) but they did manage to break the bold that holds the seat in place, and damage my rear break cable. Nice. Cost me $30 to fix everything, and the theves got zero return. Way to create entropy, guys.

I also read Alex Garland's The Beach which was apparently a crappy movie, but which was an entertaining read for a couple days. Its about a pirate utopia that goes wrong essentially because its constituants are unable to communicate; sort of a more grown-up Lord of the Flies.

Almost done with Polyani and The Great Transformation also. I started discussing it last night with Luke and Nick, but Nick hadn't read it so we didn't get too specific and we also drank a bunch of beer really quickly, followed (with Nick's exception) by getting Way Too High, which pretty much killed meaningful conversation. I communed with the the linoleum (supports my head, gives me something to believe) and we all fell asleep before midnight. It was Luke's 26th birthday. We're not kids anymore. But that's allright.

But it is interesting to think... I feel a little bit of pressure as the days and weeks tick on. I'll be 26 this summer. I still reflexively think of myself as 23 or 24. I suppose its because I really haven't re-evaluated myself since just after turning 24. Pretty much auto-pilot as far as internal affairs have been concerned. The questions of who I was, what I wanted to do, where I was going were all sublimated under bigger inquiries into other people, the country, the world. Again, not that there's anything wrong with that. It' s just that I feel a little navel-gazing coming on.

Back in January/February 2003 I wrote a document for myself trying to outline my purpose in life. Maybe it's time to revisit.