October 31, 2007
Immediately after sending my column over to be published yesterday, I went downstairs to find that a finished copy of the latest N+1 production had arrived in the mail. At one or two points in the piece, I refer to it as a pamphlet. But with the thing in hand now I can see that is not quite right. "Booklet" is more accurate.
It was tempting to quote large chunks of the transcript in my piece, but I decided to keep things short and snappy for a change. Might do more with it later, though. Passages stick in mind as touchstones for thinking about various questions that have dogged me for a while.
While reading it the first time, I wanted to tell all the participants, "Okay, once you hit your forties, then we'll talk about regret. Because seriously, this is the journeyman version." But that is probably tempting fate. Some still more disgruntled future subjectivity may want to travel back in time to kick my ass for writing this.
In any case, I'm hoping to cultivate enough amour fati to get through midlife in one piece. The booklet is useful in that regard. It proves that the doubts and second guesses are inescapable. Having read it, I feel less regret about all the regret of the past dozen years.
Posted by smclemee at October 31, 2007 9:15 AM
Heh. Great minds....
Posted by: Jonathan Dresner at October 31, 2007 5:47 PM