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willjennings's Life List
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1. wake up when my alarm clock goes off
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2. stand on my hands
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3. go to bed on time
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4. donate platelets 20 times this year
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5. speak clearly and plainly
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6. save 25% of my income
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7. give away 10% of my income
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8. get a Peace Tax Fund bill passed
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9. Organize an art hike/public space game/other experimental group project once a month for the next twelve
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10. Spring 2007 (before my 29th birthday), convert my car to run on waste vegetable oil
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11. Finish a first draft of the Farmington documentary
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12. Pay the war tax portion of my 2007 taxes in small coinage (no larger than a dime)
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13. Learn how to tune-up my own car
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14. journal weekly
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15. Make a note of anything deceitful or mendacious I say in the next year
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16. work on six shipped games
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17. spend more leisure time producing than consuming
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Strategy game of the year: http://www.bafta.org/site/page413.html
Unfortunate that Midway is credited as the developer, though…
I wish it was more educational—I think I would have enjoyed it more had it been in an art museum. The rampant self-promotion wouldn’t have bothered me so much, and I wouldn’t have minded that the text that accompanied the pieces was so terrible (You shouldn’t use “sagittal” in a science museum exhibit without explaining it. When you convert an approximation in metric to English units, you shouldn’t give the English figure to several decimal places. You shouldn’t put a quote by Gunther von Hagens next to one by Goethe.)
The people watching, though, was prime. Almost everyone had a story they needed to tell when they saw the tumors, often one they had difficulty putting into words. A tall athletic man fainted by the wombs. Otherwise solemn women couldn’t help giggling at plasticized weenies.
And the embryos and fetuses… you squint to see the tadpole things and you cannot bring yourself to think them human; you see the six-month fetus still in the mother’s body and ache for it regardless of your politics. The cuteness of a thing should not have so much power over our sense of its value.
