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Today I am 26. I like this better than 20. I like being less insecure and less naive. Don't you?
Boring, skippable paragraph:
If anyone wants to shoot me a phone call, my parents have figured out a way to do it cheaply and reliably. Give them a call at 208 735 5963. Say your name is Chuck and you knew me in college. Or your own name could possibly work too. Unfortunately, it's pain in the rear for me to try and make international calls from here, and almost impossible to get through, so I can't really call people very often if ever. But phone calls are really nice and they make me happy.
24 is SO addictive.
Riding bike in Khulna is so much fun. It's a rush. Naturally, it's not the safest thing in the world and it seems like there are no rules, but there really are, and they're just a lot more intricate. For example, if someone steps out in front of you, you stop. Faster traffic on the right honks like crazy when they're coming up behind you and you on the rickshaws and bikes move over immediately. Ring your bell to tell someone you're coming around them. Ring your bell to tell someone who might not be looking that you are going to plow them over if they don't look in your direction and take the proper evasive maneuvers. Ring your bell to tell someone "hey, I've got a bell." If you want to move over or join the stream of traffic, just gently assert yourself and people will (most of the time) slow down and let you in. If your name is cow, or you are in fact a cow (which is really the same thing), disregard these instructions, and walk where you please. 14% of us worship you and hence, don'tworryit'scool.
I got a call from my parents last night and it was a wonderful thing. Being 26 is way better than being 16, when, as memory serves, my parents were oppressive backward tyrants. Somehow they changed in 10 years. Now it's weird, like I love them or something. Like I'd actually want to stay at their house for another reason than that it's free rent. Like I'd actually ditch my important life plans if they needed me. Crazy.
posted by Adam @ 11:54 PM
6 Comments:
Happy Birthday Adam!!! I didn't know that you shared a birthday with my mom. She's older than you are, but she had a happy birthday so I hope you did, too. Yesh!
Happy Birthday Adam. I can still picture us rocking our 5 year old birthdays at McDonalds. We never learned how to party any better than that.
Where did you get your bike?
So I checked out BBC weather for Khulna and it looks like you are going to experience a steady 29-30 degrees celcius all week long with some scattered fog.
Does your bike have fog lamps?
I just found a link for a Bangladeshi Newspaper called the daily star. It is in English. Now I can find political riots so you can get involved in metropolitan life.
I also saw some pics of your town. It looks pretty sweet.
Blog you later.
Thanks Aim. Happy birthday to your mom. She's older than me.
My bike has a gaudy purple and yellow paint job, if that counts as fog lamps. I got it from a bike store. DUH.
Funny how for me the best parties usually end in puking. Like the McDonalds ones.
The Daily Star actually has a pretty decent crossword, which I do nearly every day. The guy uses the word "aria" at least once a week. Slacker.
As you may not be celebrating I wish to you anyway a Happy Thanksgiving.
anonymous means Bret Hoekema
Hmmm, sounds a bit like biking in the netherlands, at least as far as the overusage of the bell is concerned. Happy birthday to you. I will join the ranks of the 26 year olds in a few short days. Is it better than 25? Well, perhaps I will update my blog someday, but odds are, I won't.
Doei
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