This, apparently, is what 42 looks like – at least when it’s been walking around for too long on a hot day.
In the book The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, 42 is the answer to the “ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything” as determined by a supercomputer over the course of millions of years.
The catch? No one knows what the ultimate question was.
This seems oddly appropriate as I celebrate my 42nd birthday. It’s an age by which I think younger me would have expected to have all the answers, when in reality, all I’ve learned as I’ve aged it that I don’t necessarily even know the question.
I’m totally ok with this, by the way. I’ll keep asking and trying and doing and being and caring and loving, because that’s as close to everything as I am ever going to need.
A couple of months back, when the US Postal Service announced its plan to end Saturday mail service, my friend Jenna decided – along with her friend Leslie – to show their support for snail mail by sending letters and postcards to friends and to the folks that read their blogs. I was immediately reminded of my (wholly unsuccessful) plan to send a postcard a week in 2012 and decided the time was right to make that project a success.
And then I waited two months because… dormant blog, general laziness, whatever.
During that time, however, I did solve one of the problems that proved a sticking point in 2012 – that the touristy postcards that are everywhere in DC didn’t really inspire me in any way. To combat this, I ordered a batch of custom postcards, using my own Instagram photos, from moo.com. I am very happy with the way they came out and am looking forward to getting them out in the mail.
So… give me your address and I’ll send you one. Use the linked form (rather than the comments) since it’s private, and please fill it out even if you think I already have your address – just to make sure the one I have is up-to-date. No guarantees when your postcard will arrive, but I’ll get one to you!