Although a minor event in geo-political history, today is my thirtith birthday. I write this packed with 30 year old scotch and watching a biography of Paul Lynde, a personal ghost of my youth. Much has changed in my life in these past ten years since my last significant birthday. I no longer work as a dishwasher at a fast food dump; I have a college degree; I’m employed in a field that I enjoy. I meet this birthday fifteen pounds lighter and one co-author credit better than last year. Not so bad, really. Wonder what the next ten years will bring. With luck, it will involve cross-gender coupling and transmission fluids. Vroom. Vroom.