Today: Play with, feed and clean up after the dogs.
Yesterday: Play hacky sack at lunch. Do ollies to curbs after school.
Yesterday: Jam my ass right in front of the stage and share sweat with others at the All/ Bad Religion show in Hoboken, NJ.
Today: Worry about mortgage.
Yesterday: Worry about shoe size.
Today: Play golf twice/year with a cart and beers.
Yesterday: Play golf, walk the course and carry own bag, in addition to other people’s bags. Hammer tons of Peach Snapple.
Today: Talk about going camping this Spring and Summer while my gear sits idle and dusty on shelves.
Yesterday: Go camping about 10 times a year, regardless of the weather, many times by myself.
Today: Write myself big checks from my own business account.
Yesterday: Write myself sick notes from my mom’s stationary for the school nurse.
Today: Go snowboarding once a year, maybe. Ride 3-4 hours tops. Be sore.
Yesterday: Drive 4 hours every weekend to ride ice from 7:30 am to 4:30 pm.
Today: Call my buddies from NJ once a month or so, if we’re lucky.
Yesterday: Walk 3 blocks to the school yard where I knew Scotty would be throwing lacrosse balls at the wall.
Today: Look at the ring on my finger and feel great about it.
Yesterday: Look at girls of all shapes and sizes and feel good about it.
Today: Delegate tasks through a web-based project management system for 3 employees.
Yesterday: Get yelled at by my mom while watching TV to go clean up my room get the hell outside and rake the yard.
Today: Help decorate (ok, watch Meghan decorate) our own Christmas tree.
Yesterday: Watch my mom and sisters decorate my family Christmas tree.
Today: Walk up 5 flights of stairs to get to work and sit for 10 hours typing. Go home, feed dogs and play Splinter Cell.
Yesterday: Get up at 7:30 for 8am Philosophy class. Walk from townhouse to classrooms, around buildings, up and down stairs, to the library, to the cafe, mail room. Play lacrosse or go sailing or snowboarding in the afternoon. Drink like a fish that night. Get denied by some chick.
Today: Plan to get drunk. Drive home, mostly sober at around 11:30pm. Call it a decent night.
Yesterday: Plan to get drunk. Get shitfaced and end up face down on an asphalt driveway in pools of my own vomit. Call it one of the best nights ever.
Today: Watch college football and be amazed at the athleticism those dudes have. Realize how much younger they are than me.
Yesterday: Play left guard pretty well for the JV South Orange Villagers football. Look up to the older kids on Varsity and realize I have a long way to go.
Today: Delete email.
Yesterday: Collect, read and re-read letters with pictures from friends over the years. Store them in boxes that still live in our basement.
Today: Play Splinter Cell on PS2.
Yesterday: Play “guns” with a couple friends all over our our neighborhood in South Orange, New Jersey.
Today: Download every Rush album every made for free from some Brazilian blogger onto my G4 Mac and 60GB Black Ipod. Back it all up a third time onto our dual, shared 250GB hard drives here in the office over a wireless connection.
Yesterday: Get a ride to my friend, Brad’s house to use is dual tape deck boombox to tape his Rush cassette onto a blank tape that already had music on it. Scratch out the label and squeeze in the title of the new album: “Moving Pictures”.
Today: Isight with Skype for free.
Yesterday: Badger my mom for a ride to my friend Nicole’s house and end up walking and pissed off, but know it will be worth it to see her. It wasn’t worth it…
Today: Wordpress blog with Flickr widgets and custom CSS. Pretty sterile.
Yesterday: Love notes with mixed tapes and lengthy phone calls. More personal.
Today: Worry about the new sewer on our soon-to-be new property. Shit better not back up. Go on with life.
Yesterday: Worry about breaking my leg again snowboarding, skateboarding or playing lacrosse. Go on with life.
Today: Be stoked to be married to Meghan.
Yesterday: Force my dad to drive me to Poughkeepsie, NY for the wrong girl, for the wrong reasons.
Today: Shoot digital photos onto a 2GB card, download to Iphoto, organize, optimize and export to Flickr.
Yesterday: Watch my dad wrestle with the old slide projector, old-ass silver screen, and eventually watch slides of canoe trips on the Delaware river, and cross country ski tours in Vermont.
Today: Consider buying bicycles this spring to ride around our new neighborhood in north Portland. Research suspension bikes.
Yesterday: Ride my self-tuned mountain bike 2 miles up South Orange avenue to the trailhead. Ride the trails in South Mountain Reservation with no suspension for 6 hours. Ride home.
Today: Isight and Skype for free, again.
Yesterday: Yell downstairs to let Nick know I reached a new level on Castle Wolfenstein on the Apple IIE.
Today: Consider flying to Boston, driving to Rhode Island to visit the Illingworths, who have two kids now and a house with a pool.
Yesterday: Walk to Marshall school to slam lacrosse balls against a wooden wall. Scotty’s already there yippin’ yod.
Today: Drive south on I5 to the Pearl district, pay $10 cover at Jimmy Mak’s to watch live jazz and shoot pool while drinking Grey Goose and cranberry’s.
Yesterday: Skateboard down South Orange Ave to GM Starks to buy matchbox cars for .50 each and grape bazooka joe’s for .05 cents. Read the comics on the way home, blowing bubbles.
Today: Listen to Eric Bachmann on Itunes through a wirelessly connected Apple boombox with hi-fi sound while I write for clients.
Yesterday: Listen to a Jackson Browne tape that Mike gave me on a small, crappy radio/ tape player that sat on the small, wooden desk I did my homework on in 8th grade.
Today: Consider the pros and cons of parenthood.
Yesterday: Consider the pros and cons of dropping in a seriously kinked, wet drainage ditch behind the Livingston Mall.
Today: Monitor the levels of our savings, checking and 401k accounts as well as half-dozen credit cards through web interfaces.
Yesterday: Dump all of the pennies out of the jar onto my bed to sort and stack them and be stoked to find a couple quarters in there.
Today: Read a long, well-written email from my brother about managing the success of his surfboard business.
Yesterday: Work hard to help my brother scrape, caulk, sand and repaint the Northern Spy several seasons in a row.
Today: Consider saving enough money each year from our business for retirement, taxes and future business investments. Worth it.
Yesterday: Consider buying a pint of milk instead of a soda for lunch to save enough dimes for a few pretzel sticks later in the day after school. Not worth it.
Today: Post friend’s and family member’s birthdays into Apple Ical and wirelessly sync them via .mac to 3 computers and my Treo 650 smartphone, so I never forget them. Forget them anyway.
Yesterday: Get in the big, old station wagon with bunch of friends and one birthday boy to go a Giant’s football game at the Meadowlands and run around the spiral parking garages during halftime.
Today: Read cnn.com and the New York Times as well as Time Magazine to stay in touch by getting a vague (negative) feeling for how the world is doing.
Yesterday: Read “Choose-Your-Own-Adventure” books relentlessly, over and over, always making sure to choose different paths until I was sure to have read through them all and not missed one word of the book. Go buy another. Reread the old ones after a few months.
Today: Hammering strong, bold coffee brews from large cardboard cups at my desk in Portland.
Yesterday: Hammering as much cold water as my body could absorb from a green hose hooked up in the yard under the fence after a long, hot lacrosse practice with many, many suicide drills.
Today: Writing my thoughts through a keyboard on a 20 inch flat panel monitor and up to a hosted web application that beams my thoughts out to the world, for free. Wondering what the world will think, but feeling better regardless.
Yesterday: Scratch “I love (fill in the blank)” in a poorly shaped heart with an old pen knife from my dad’s room into the wooden desk in our room. Hope my brothers would not make fun of me but feeling better regardless.
Today: Knowing how much more there is to do, how much more there is to write, how many minds there are to reach.
Yesterday: Not knowing how much more there is to do, not really sure what I should be doing, definitely unsure of where I stood in life.