Saturday, April 29, 2006


Youth is beautiful nearly by definition. My wife and kids went to a party of some youths, one of whom invited us. They are all in their 20's, which is a difficult time for American no-longer-children. They're getting out of college, starting the first job, still thinking that they'll do this sort of job for a while before moving on. All to soon they will find themselves with a daily grind, a mortgage, perhaps children.

In the meantime, they are lovely. Twenty year olds these days have multiple tattoos, and some of them have detailed work. They call these 'ink,' and prestige is given to the most daring. Given the fact there is nothing to do to prevent this in my own children, I'll simply settle for something small.

And muscles. This is also very in. About half of the men spend serious gym time and perhaps even pharmacologic enhancements. I wanted to ask them if any had ever seen the Sponge Bob episode about anchor arms.

In your 30's you start noting the passing of time as etched on your face. In your 20's this is unthinkable. Skin is without wrinkles, tissue is plump with natural connective tissue, and eyes glitter with the wonder of the universe.

All of them are terrific. The women are so smooth, so different from my peers (Mrs. NOS can hold her own), that I nearly want to cuddle them as I do my child. The guys are handsome. The groove between the deltoid and the tricep is not only present, but looks as though it could give a nasty pinch. There is no ugliness yet: of body and of mind. There is only promise.

One young man actually asked me for my advice given that he's graduating from college: what should his next step be? But he phrased it incorrectly as a comparison to what I did after college, so I was forced to answer: med school. No help to him, and then the moment was lost. But if I were to render advice, it would be this: attain and climb, climb and attain. After college, you've got to attain. You've got to climb. You've got to enter the work force and find something that you can do well, that pays well, and that will be fun. Don't put all the effort into one thing (which I did when I was in medical school), spend some of your effort in high risk areas (boy, do I wish I had learned something about computers and the internet in medical school instead of useless biochemistry!). It takes luck and personal characteristics and the ratio favors luck by a lot.

Best of luck.


Blogger marybishop said...

I hope the youth cum tattoos are still happy with their "ink" twenty or thirty years from now. I see tattoos as a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling...though in my heart of hearts I'd still love to have one to show the world I'm a risk taker. (But I'd hide it somewhere where it would likely never be seen.)

I would tell all youth that if they wanted money, big time money, go into finance. Oil profits might seem extraordinarily high, but compared to the world of finance, it's chicken feed.

How about getting a 40 MILLION dollar bonus for landing a client?

Did anyone ever give you a 40 million dollar bonus for saving a life?

8:26 AM  
Blogger echrai said...

Not only tattoos, but piercings. And all I can think of is these people as little old ladies and men, their bodies as time leaves them, no longer pristine and pure but etched with years and experience, often with a different sort of glitter and gleam in their eyes - one that comes from living - with eyebrow rings and tongue piercings and wild tattoos faded and disfigured upon their sagging skin. That's why I can't seem to ever manage to get one myself - never had and can't. I just couldn't face myself afterwards.

Geez, I can't even consider 40 million dollars... the concept is too unreal. And I'm used to dealing with big numbers thanks to real estate. I've dealt with 14 million dollar land developments. But those were bought piecemeal and sold piecemeal. Never in a single massive lump sum. I've dealt with 3 million dollar homes. That's probably the closest I've ever gotten to millions passing through my poor and grubby little paws. What a concept.

8:06 PM  
Blogger Peg Spencer said...

docnos- I know what you mean! My college health practice is almost all young people. They are vibrant with health they don't even realize they possess. When I put my hands on their bodies, and feel the bouncy tension of youthful skin, I want to say to them, "Be grateful! You are beautiful! You are healthy and strong!"

I agree. Youth is beautiful by definition. Just like babies are sweet by definition.

10:35 AM  
Blogger Doc NOS said...

Yeah, I want to run my gnarled hands over their faces! And I want to do even more with the girls!

These kids were really great as well. They played with our kids, gave them hot dogs, showed the older one their tattoos, and ran around and acted silly.

8:14 PM  
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