I had a dream last night that I was taking my next actuarial exam and I had to add up all the calculations to my problems and lie on top of the numerical answer and however much I was above the correct total answer, I would be shaved off by a giant razor. If my exam is anything like this, I’m going about studying for this all wrong… I’m now 37. As my cheesy coworker might say, I’m in my “prime.” It feels a bit more of a leap than from 35 to 36 because I feel less that I’m in my mid 30s. Last time I felt this sort of leap from one phase to another was going from 23 to 24. But according to my mom, who is probably biased, I’m not an old man until I reach 70. At age 40 I become an “average man.” So to her I’m still a young man. Thanks mom! This weekend Lauren and I watched The Princess Bride in an outdoor baseball field park in Beverly Hills. It was really nice! I haven’t lied down outside under the sky in a while and it felt nice being under the blankets under the cool night eating food truck food. We got dumplings in Koreatown afterwards.

Lauren: "Did you use a vintage effect because you're older?"

We also ate this spongy, milky cake from Porto’s. It’s called Tres Leches (“three milk”: condensed milk, evaporated milk, and whipping cream) and she decorated it with fruit. It was really good chilled! I was looking at an archive of an old blog my friends and I used to keep. I didn’t remember exactly who was who but I could sort of guess by what they wrote.


  • Evinark

    August 27, 2014 at 2:06 pm Reply

    Mr. Doopler sounds really obnoxious…

  • theo

    August 28, 2014 at 10:33 am Reply

    I liked your ideal dream job (October 28, 2002)

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