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June 14, 2005
No need for me to say anything further:
[I want to work for ever] I want to greet my many young colleagues, make old Jewish guy jokes as I wind my way to my desk, sit down at my holographic laptop (which will now be a hopeless relic compared to the Cornea Computers others will use), and blog for a bit. Then I'll work the phones for awhile, trying to figure out what my next column will be. Then I'll blog a bit more. Work phones. Have lunch with somebody interesting. Go out with my wife to dinner. Etc.Yes, I want to work forever because what I want to do sounds like it'll be fun forever. Maybe it won't be, of course, but David Broder is nearing 130 and he's still at it, so there seems to be a chance. Now. I would really not like to work forever if I was a tailor. I wouldn't not enjoy trudging into the office each morning and, at 93, bending down to hem pants. I would not enjoy standing up all day to adjust the merchandise. I would much rather be sitting at home, acting the dirty old man towards my wife.
[...]Prioritizing the repeal of the estate tax above letting the working class escape little-liked occupations while they still have healthy years to enjoy the time off wouldn't just be bad policy, it'd be wholly immoral.
Now, the weird thing is: Ezra and I are both in finals week, yet he is able to blog several times a day, while I am silent for a week and a half. Perhaps Ezra doesn’t have a job?
Posted by Andrew at June 14, 2005 08:46 PM
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