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Went to the zoo today with a bunch of girlfriends. In total, 6 moms and 11 children. I love these outings. I get to talk to adults and Francis runs around like a little monkey with all of her friends. Here she is looking into a periscope into the giraffe pasture. She’s growing up so fast.       We’ve been working on sign language lately and he’s been learning really quickly. He knows “more”, “milk” and today for the first time, I got a “please” out of him. Sign language aside, he still screeches like a little hawk when he really wants results. It sounds a bit like what I imagine a circling vulture would sound like. A desperate high pitched “caw”. Since we’re contemplating mortality today, please please check out Jason Boyett’s tribute to Rich Mullins, written on the ten-year anniversary of his death.
American males aren’t guaranteed 74 years on earth, but look at what Rich did with 41.
Reading about Kevin Kelly’s life countdown, then, was a timely discovery this evening. At age 55, he estimates that he has about 8500 days left:
The life expectancy for an American male is something like 74 years. Ignoring the likely heart-disease in my genetic makeup, I’ll peg June 6, 2049 – my 74th birthday – as my likely checkout date. Like Kevin Kelly, I’ve posted this countdown on my google homepage – the first thing I see when I open up the Internet at home or at work. Fifteen thousand days and change. Because I can’t quite hear them ticking, I want this reminder of mortality to overcome my tendency toward procrastination. I would love to say that I lived my life as if I knew it were finite, but that’s just not true. It’s more accurate to say that my head is in the sand. By the way, ostriches don’t really bury their heads in the sand. That’s a myth. via: boingboing and Kevin Kelly He’s growing up. He’s really walking these days and starting to “say” things. My neighbor Maureen suggested George said “staircase” today just before he raced her son up her stairs. I appreciate her confidence in him, but I wouldn’t bet money on it. I can tell you, however, that he has been pointing and TRYING to say things. And of course, he is a GULDE so he’s gonna be part genius. (That would be the Carns part of Gulde.)
September 25, 2007 - 2:04 am
Thanks to Matt for taking all of the great pics of me with the kids. Love you friend. |
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by Sally
Drew, Amber and Megan - awesome
chacha - Am I the only one who finds the life countdown utterly depressing? I'll take sweet sweet denial in my coffee, thank you very much! And for the record, from what I can tell, you are living just fine, Mr. Gulde.