Albert Camus on 30

“At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures – be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.” – Albert Camus

Feelings about turning 30 vary among individuals.  Broadly it is a time of introspection (usually the week leading up to the big day), positive and uplifting for some, and nerve-wracking for others.  The essential question, “Who am I?” floats in their minds.   Coming into just over the half-way point of my 30th year of life I clearly remember that week.  Specifically for me the question was, “Am I the man I thought I would be?”  Not perfect by any means, but in the sum of my imperfections and capabilities the man I was meant to be.  One can only hope so.  Or rather accept that this is the life you have and get on with it.

//A.J.

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Migrations from Tumblr

Just a few select images from my Tumblr account I wanted to bring over here:

 

 

 

pas-d-avenir:Tim LahanStarch not needed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


And on with the next

Toasting myself for keeping this site going for three years.  Well, three years on and off.  I don’t know where the time went.  Life has changed in major ways since April 2009.  That was my first spring home, my first Real World spring, and I was hungry (in the hustle sense) and wide-eyed (in the opportunity sense).

If I had to encapsulate my time in Austin thus far, it would be this phrase: “Cometh the hour, cometh the man.”

I’m very excited to see where the next three years, cumulating in the big 3-0, take me.

//A.J.


A deluge of yuppie style

Up a bit before 4:00AM (at time of writing) at the East Austin residence, freight lines creaking just under Pleasant Valley Rd.  I realized my closet has been overtaken by a deluge of yuppie style, conservative suits, solid and stripped shirts, and two hangers full of ties (probably should invest in a rack).  I wear a suit at least five days a week for the majority of the day, 10 hours+.  It’s the reality of the times, my busy, busy times.  And I enjoy it.  Funny though how quickly my causal wear style stalled out.

I don’t subscribe to the the oft-cited Gen Y demand for a work/life balance, for me its a situational sliding scale, but a man needs options for when out of uniform (Friday after 8PM through Sunday as long as I can stay awake).

I need to step up my non-work wear.  God forbid I wake up one day to a closet full of “dad jeans” and size-too large polos.

Swag isn’t built in a day.