Twenty-nine years of age. On Friday, I will be 29. I feel happier than I was when I turned 28. I'm hoping this trend continues for the rest of my life, and that every year I will feel happier. I hope to keep no expectations, only hopes.
Visits are sweet. Our family visited us in Seattle, and each visit was a pleasure that ended much too soon.
Each
couple seems to have distinct interests. We got a chance to try out many new things we wouldn't have done otherwise: go to a trendy coffee shop downtown; see the Sea-to-Sky highway and Olympic National Park; get a view of Seattle from a ferris wheel; and play indoor tennis.
Snoqualmie Falls is even more beautiful in the rainy weather than it is in the summer.
Self-confidence is an undervalued virtue. If you don't believe in yourself, no one else will.
Politeness is an overvalued virtue. If someone else didn't grow up in the same sub-culture I did, they won't know they same arbitrary conventions, won't know all the right things to say at all the right times, and perhaps we'll both end up making each other a little uncomfortable if we care about these things too much. Are such things any reason to end a good friendship?
And on the same vein, aren't so many other things more worthy of attention?
Today, my father-in-law explained the difference between
amino acids with uncharged polar R-groups and acidic polar R-groups. The acidic ones contain hydrogen atoms with weak bonds, that may separate from the molecule as positive hydrogen ions.
I prefer a world with
GMOs. I'd rather have a 1% chance to get cancer (as awful as that is) than a 90% chance to get ringworm or some other strange intestinal disease. I am making up these numbers.
Eight thoughts down, twenty-one are pending.
