...And voila. I'm a quarter of a century old. Roughly a third of my life is over with. And how did I spend my birth moment? Walking down the hall to do more work, to process some more data, to do *something* on this lonely January night. Do I have any profound thoughts? No. Nothing special, just clattering mental chatter. Just drifting thoughts, sometimes focused nimbus, sometimes cirrus. Just, well, blaaaaaaaaaaaaaabber. Nothing profound at all. Nothing! Well, hopefully this 26th year of my life will see me standing atop mountains, smiling at flowers, talking to squirrels. Hopefully I'll add some killer images to my mental portfolio. Resolutions? Yeah. Stay busy. Stop wasting money on old lonely, pacifying addictions like CDs, computer games, sci-fi books. Get out. Focus out. Help out. Talk out. Avoid the sad traps that chewed up so many seconds last year. Aim high, boy! Aim for 1998 to beat the Christmas Poo out of 1997! Aim for 1998 to bring a smile to my brain. Aim to work, to breathe, and to shine. Aim to sing and cook and laugh. That took 45 minutes to compose. If you got a single neuron firing, a single shred of entertainment or education out of this, or even just an urge to pretend you did... Well, take a minute to think about yourself. Or an hour. And then go do something new. Trav (on my birthday 1998)