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Monday, October 28, 2002
 
Little Swimmers

There was a pretty big story out two weeks ago about how men begin to experience declining fertility rates around the age of 35. Great. Am I really supposed to get a job, get a good paying promotion, meet a girl, get to know her, get married, and start having kids all within four years? Not too likely I would say.

On a related note, I saw the trailer for the new Eminem movie, 8 Mile, last night before The Ring. (Skip The Ring by the way. It has a pretty good idea for a ghost story, but then the ghost is hardly in the movie at all. I was disappointed. And it's not scary. You'd be much better off watching Signs which was a fine movie.) Eminem at one point axe one of his homies something along the lines of, "When do you stop living up here [hand held just above his head] and start living right here [hand moves down and held just below his chin]?" I'll be damned if that didn't strike a chord with me. At some point - and I guess it's happening now - I have to realize that I am not likely to lead the life that my parents lead. I fear my expectations for work and a career and financial success have been out of whack. It's an extremely difficult realization to come to. My whole life I have been lead to believe that intelligence and studiousness could get me anywhere that I wanted to go. Now I realize that that is not necessarily so. I'm half angry and half disappointed. Well, I guess I should be looking for a job instead of whining.