Growing old is like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.
~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Vegetables are a must on a diet. I suggest carrot cake, zucchini bread and pumpkin pie.
~ Jim Davis
In this time of Taylor Farms (and all their aliases) sparked volcanically explosive excreta, we gotta get our veggies in the safest possible places. I ALWAYS trust carrot cake!

FYI:
"Taylor Farms donated millions to President Trump, met privately with the White House the night the FDA identified their lettuce as the source of this outbreak, and then reportedly tried to distance themselves from this outbreak," Garcia said. (source)
Pay off the Republicans – the Party in power – so you don’t have to spend an extra penny to make sure your product won’t poison people? Welcome to the plutocracy mes amis !
Age is a high price to pay for maturity.
~ Tom Stoppard
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
~ Mark Twain
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| Christopher Weyant |
Nope, if I’m gonna start out life old and age down to 18, I want all the knowledge, wisdom, and emotional intelligence an undamaged, smart 80-year-old might have and I want to retain that as I reverse age.
I want to have enough confidence in myself in my 20s to make bolder moves — to be less hobbled by fears and insecurities. e.g., GO to that band’s loft party where I only know the bass player. GO to the club to see that awesome band’s final show. STICK with that grad level ceramic chemistry class and see where it takes me. MOVE to Berlin to paint for a year.
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.
~ H. H. Asquith
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| Matisse, The Italian Woman |
Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
I’m waiting for my “work of art” phase to kick in. Maybe I need another year?
Old age ain't no place for sissies.
~ Bette Davis
Satchel Paige asked “How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?”
Over the past six years my body’s been telling me I’m ancient. There are mummies in Egypt in better shape than me. Coco and Rocco’s cremated little corpses have more energy. I’ve had godforsaken, ramshackle-ass, raggedy zombies stop and tell me to get my shit together — “comb that hair! Stand up straight! Stop wearing sweatpants!” It’s embarrassing. Truly.
My mind’s telling me I’m still vibrant. Maybe more so than ever. Given my physical limitations, I’m as creative as I can be and I’m def continuing to learn new interesting shit all the time. So … brain good. Maybe this is dementia though, huh?
I’ve certainly embraced my don’t give a fuck years. Maybe “don’t give a fuck” would, more or less, define much of the second half of my life though. I’ve gained a modicum of diplomacy in my communications and delivery (SHUT UP, I have SO!) and also achieved the ability to create and hold personal boundaries, even when that makes me sad. Holding boundaries that make me sad is the adult version of eating all my peas because they’re good for me and will make me big and strong. //sigh//
I intend to live forever. So far so good.
~ Steven Wright


















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