12 February 2004
This is something Lileks said, but I wanted a copy of it here as a reminder to well, me.
When you are presented with new facts that blast apart your old beloved precepts, you either reexamine what you believe, or you hammer the new round pegs into old square holes. We all know people who refuse to revise their past, who've fixed their identity in a Golden Age and resist any attempts to revise their judgments. They’re stuck in a world where Hotel California is a bitchin' album and WKRP is classic TV and vans with airbrushed scenes of surfer girls are the apotheosis of automotive art and there was this one Saturday Night Live skit where Reagan like totally lost it and went all mental, and . . . those were the days, dude.
Fine, whatever. This much is true: when you're 50, holding on to the details of your 20-something convictions is like being 40 and trusting the insights you had when you were ten.
In view of the above, I believe it is a Good Thing that I was not blogging in the middle Seventies, or even keeping a handwritten journal: much of what I said, what I did, in those days would be unrecognizable at best and indefensible in any case.