Patrice Riemens on Thu, 24 Sep 1998 18:53:25 +0200 (MET DST)

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<nettime> Kurt Vonnegut's address to MIT graduates (fwd)


Date: Wed, 23 Sep 1998 18:38:04 EDT
Subject: Kurt Vonnegut's address to MIT graduates

Thought you'd enjoy this...
(I too, cheers, patrice)


       Kurt Vonnegut's address to MIT graduates

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: wear sunscreen.  If I could
offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.  The
long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering
experience.  I will dispense this advice now. 

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.  Oh, never mind.  You will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.  But
trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall
in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how
fabulous you really looked.  You are not as fat as you imagine.  Don't
worry about the future.  Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective
as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.  The real
troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried
mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.  Do one
thing every day that scares you. 


Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.  Don't put up with people
who are reckless with yours. 


Don't waste your time on jealousy.  Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes
you're behind.  The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.  Forget the insults.  If you succeed in
doing this, tell me how. 

Keep your old love letters.  Throw away your old bank statements. 


Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. 
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to
do with their lives.  Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know
still don't. Get plenty of calcium.  Be kind to your knees.  You'll miss
them when they're gone. 

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll have children, maybe
you won't.  Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.  Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.  Your choices
are half chance; so are everybody else's. 

Enjoy your body.  Use it every way you can.  Don't be afraid of it or of
what other people think of it.  It's the greatest instrument you'll ever
own.  Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. 

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. 

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. 

Get to know your parents.  You never know when they'll be gone for good. 
Be nice to your siblings.  They're your best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. 

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should
hold on.  Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because
the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. 

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. 


Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise. Politicians will
philander.  You, too, will get old.  And when you do, you'll fantasize
that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble,
and children respected their elders.  Respect your elders. 

Don't expect anyone else to support you.  Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.  But you never know when either one
might run out. 

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.  Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and
recycling it for more than it's worth. 

But trust me on the sunscreen. 

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