Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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Sunday, July 08, 2001

I'd like to make it perfectly clear at the outset that this is not a "things to do before I die" list. I don't like that concept. Because then, once you're finished all the things on the list, there's not much left to do but die. I mean... that's what comes next, isn't it? And that's nonsense. So this is just a 'Things to do' list, in no particular order. It doesn't include 'shopping' or 'worm the cat', though.
  1. Watch a volcano erupt. Not through a television screen, but in person. I don't care if it doesn't look as good, I just want to be there and act as witness to the earth throwing up. And yes, this was prompted by the Etna eruption.
  2. Go sky-diving. This has always been on my list. I like falling. I do. I loved high-jump once we learned to do the Flop. When I took myself out mid-air at netball, it was brilliant. I desperately want to sky-dive one day.
  3. Write poetry (mediocre or otherwise) while sipping coffee in a street cafe in Paris. Just because, dammit.
  4. Swig vodka straight from the bottle in Red Square. For the same reason. (Note to self: learn Russian drinking songs before doing this for maximum fun.)
  5. Meet all the wonderful people I've ever spoken to on the internet. Even if it's just for two seconds.
  6. See my name on the cover of a fantasy novel. Preferably because I've written it, and not because someone's deludedly used my name as the title of their novel. (Though I'd have to buy that book just on principle.)
  7. Actually perform the commando mission through the Canberra Centre into Grace Bros. that J1, J2 and I planned way back in first year.

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