In 2012, I would only be 34. Don't I hope to live much longer than that, even? I don't know why... but death -- my own and others -- has been on the brain quite a bit lately. I don't know what sparked it and I certainly don't know how to stop it all. I'd like to, though. There's no way I'll live to see 34 if I can't get my mind off kicking the bucket.
(BTW, 2012 should be a cool deal. Toronto & Paris did well in the voting for the 2008 olympics. Also, I wouldn't mind seeing the games in New York City or Washington, D.C.)