The big 1-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0.

Yesterday, as foreshadowed here, I turned one billion seconds old. Whoopee. I don’t know what I was doing at the exact moment – possibly going through old vinyl records (see above post), maybe playing with my son, probably smoking.

I had thought that such a milestone (a milestone in the same way that “consecutive games played” or “consecutive days waking up” is a milestone – that is to say, an achievement that connotes nothing beyond being) would give me an excuse for celebration, or at the very least, grim self-reflection, but really, it’s didn’t. I tried to be grim and self-reflective, but am more resigned to the inexorable march of time than I used to be. Here’s to my next billion seconds; see you in 31 ½ years or so.