I turn 60 today. (But I hardly look a day over 59.)
I see turning 60 as a good thing. I think what it signifies is that I've transmogrified from an increasingly cranky, increasingly creaky, increasingly old- and worn-out-looking middle-aged guy to a really healthy, really energetic, really youthful-looking old guy. For a middle-aged guy I ain't all that, but for an old dude, I rock.
You can be pretty confident you'll make it through your first fifty years. Most people do (although there are, sadly, a few exceptions). But you can be pretty sure you won't make it through your second fifty years, because most people don't. There are exceptions there too. You just don't know when the axe is gonna fall, is all. I figure (being overly logical about it) that if I'm unlucky, I'll get another ten years; if I'm lucky, I'll get another thirty. So when I envision what's ahead, I refer to it as "the ten to thirty." That's how much longer I figure I have. Probably.
That's presuming I never visit England, where I would be hit by a bus.
My life expectancy at birth in 1957 was 66.4 years. For a male baby born today it's about 79 years, which is interesting because my life expectancy right now, according to one of those Internet life expectancy calculators, taking into account my age; sex; exercise habits; tobacco, alcohol and drug use; family history of disease; and social life, is virtually the same—78.8 years. Meaning that in 60 years I have managed to catch up to today's newborn.
In other ways, newborns are behind me; for instance, most newborns know very little about Photoshop.
Wait, wrong example...I know very little about Photoshop either.
The life expectancy calculator doesn't ask whether you could overcome the habit of a lifetime and look to the right to see if a bus is coming before you step into the street in the United Kingdom. That might lower my number.
Family history of disease is interesting. Despite its importance to us, it's something most people don't pay much attention to. I did learn recently that although both my paternal grandparents died of cancer, neither was an inheritable type—one was caused by environmental factors that no longer pertain and the other was a type that is now virtually 100% curable. That's both very sad to me and also good news, which is odd.
It's a good thing my life expectancy isn't 66.4 any more, that's for sure! Because I'm waiting for the X-T4, and I'm not sure six more years will get me there.
I'm getting more optimistic as I get older. Still, I'm not so optimistic that I am expecting to live to be 100. Centenarians are a fast-growing demographic; there were more than 53,000 of them in the U.S. in 2010, and about 316,000 in the world in 2012. But only one in every 1,000 centenarians reaches the age of 110, and in all of recorded history there are only between seven and 41 individuals (different authorities vary in their research, or their rigor) who have lived to be 115. Interestingly, a lot more people than that live to be 114, but die before their 115th birthday; eight of the last nine "oldest people in the world" in the Guinness Book of World Records assumed the lofty title when they were 114 and also died at before they reached 115. This is called the "rectangularization of the mortality curve," which is a highfalutin' way of saying that the graph line nosedives straight down toward the baseline, squaring off at the end. Scientists investigating this curious tendency have recently postulated that it has to do with an inbuilt limit on the number of times a cell can replicate itself. Unlike the entry-level Canon Rebel, which can replicate itself indefinitely.
If I'm going to live to be 114, though, I'm going to have to figure out how to make this blog appeal to younger readers.
You know, like 60-year-olds.
Mike
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Patrick Perez: "America's Finest News Source (tm) weighs in. Happy birthday, Mike!"
Oren Grad: "Clearly you need one of these now...."
Mike replies: What do you mean "need" one? Of course I still have one. Your fault, too.
But consider how appropriate my car just became...it's an Acura "ILX"....
Bahi: "Happy birthday–many happy returns! In college, I met an American who, a few days after we met, stepped in front of a red double-decker bus in London and was knocked over. He was fine (hardly a bruise) but the bus driver was probably never the same again. All he could say, over and over, was 'He just stepped right out in front of me! He never even looked! He just stepped out in front of me!' The American was, of course, looking quite carefully but in the wrong direction. Don’t let it put you off visiting, though. :-) "
Mike replies: Believe it or not, bus driver is one of the occupations with the highest stress level. Enormous responsibility, with potentially lethal consequences, but relatively little control. Someone can step in the way at any time and there might not be much they can do about it. Locomotive engineer, too, for the same reason.
James Weekes: "Happy Birthday. I exited my 60s last June and can say, with confidence, that it was my favorite decade in a life of good decades. Keep active, physically and mentally, and, in ten years, you will agree."
Anders Holt: "Gratulerer med dagen! :-) (Happy Birthday in Norwegian.) Looking forward to your next 60 years of life delivering this wonderful website and much more. All the best!"
Mike replies: That's the first time anyone's ever said Happy Birthday to me in Norwegian. Takk skal du ha, Anders. But given that "shelf" at age 114 I was talking about, I think I should only promise 54 more years. :-)
Seriously, thanks to everyone for the good wishes.
Happy Birthday, ol' hoss! Some random stuff: When my grandmother turned 90 I asked her if she was shooting for 100. She replied "Oh no, I don't want to get THAT old!" She lived to 103. One never knows what the future holds.
Last year a young woman on Facebook admired my hummingbird photos and asked if I could help her improve her own photography. Sure thing, always delighted to help a beginner. We were both single, she 49, me 65, too young to date, too old to date, just photo friends don't you see? We got married in December. One never knows what the future holds even when one is in their 60s.
Your 60s could prove to be your most delightful years, Mike.
Posted by: Doug | Sunday, 26 February 2017 at 10:49 PM
Happy birthday Mike! 57 is a great year :-) Will be joining you in a few month's time. Sixty is definitely the new Forty!
Posted by: David Cope | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 12:36 AM
That's presuming I never visit England, where I would be hit by a bus.
Just remember that we drive on the right side of the road... i.e. the left!
Posted by: Steve Smith | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 02:05 AM
Buon Compleanno! Happy birthday from a reader from Italy!
My ID says I'm 68 (not bad!), sometimes I feel 18 sometimes I feel 99 !
Photography is good in order to feel younger!
robert
Posted by: robert quiet photographer | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 04:51 AM
Selamat Hari Lahir Mike. Many Happy Returns.
[Maylay! (According to Google Translate.) Very cool. Thanks, Mus. --Mike]
Posted by: Mus | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 04:55 AM
That's what I get for not reading blog over the weekend when you don't post! :D Hope you had a great and Happy Birthday and that this Monday morning is a find start to the rest of your many years to come.
Posted by: William Lewis | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 05:36 AM
I'm 63, I can barely remember 60. Happy B-day. Now you start saying all kinds of stuff and people will put up with it. Freedom at last.
Posted by: Robert Roaldi | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 06:24 AM
Среќен Роденден Мајк! That would be Happy Birthday Mike in Macedonian. I wouldn't bother much about the right angle at 114. At the time you reach 110 they would have figured it out how to keep those cells dividing undamaged. Isn't it strange that although life expectancy has grown steadily we somehow assume that it will not in future. I for myself (now 41) am expecting that my generation will reach 120 in average even without disruptive breakthroughs in medicine. A lot of people (even Google) are investing a lot of money in prolonging life, not only because prolonging life will surely be a massively lucrative endeavor. So lookout for that bus and prepare yourself for at least 60 more years of TOP!
Posted by: Darko Hristov | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 10:17 AM
A belated happy birthday, Mike. I just turned 40 10 days ago. I've recently been shooting my Pentax MX a lot more. I'll just pretend that MX are the Roman numerals for 40. Btw, I'm learning to shoot with the MX and 50mm/1.7. What are some great Pentax M lenses? I think one day I'll get the 28mm/3.5 and either the 100mm/2.8 or 135mm/3.5. All 3 look like they give great results from what B&W sample photos I see online. The 28mm/3.5 may not be fast but it looks nice and compact. I also like the underdog feel to the Pentax brand and how it keeps the old lenses prices down. What digital cameras are as fun to shoot as this MX? I like fiddling with manual controls so I'm guessing I'm SOL on that in digital.
Enjoy the next 54 years! I'm glad we get more optimistic with age as I've been pessimistic for 40 years now!
Posted by: JonA | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 11:40 AM
Happy birthday Mike. When I turned 60 I felt a bit depressed for a while since I thought now I was really going downhill. During those days, when people asked me, "how are you today?" I used to answer: worst than yesterday but better than tomorrow. But then I realized that one is going downhill since the moment one is born, and I felt better.
Posted by: Marcelo Guarini | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 12:58 PM
Either I'm aging rapidly or your writing has gotten younger these past few years.
Posted by: robert e | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 02:46 PM
Ten years ahead of you, Mike, having it the seven ball in December. You can do it!
But those Internet "What age will you die at?" thingies? I took one last week. It said I have been dead for nine years.
I'm always the last to know...
Posted by: RobR | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 04:44 PM
You're right, Mike......60 really is a milestone, one of the memorable biggies. I seem to recall having celebrated my 60th just a few short months ago. Although my ID says I'm 71. (Scratches head.)
Anyway, hope you had a good one, belated Happy Birthday!
Bob
Posted by: Bob Fogt | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 05:00 PM
Happy Birthday Mike! I hit 67 this year. Only 12 years or so to MTBF for the average American male. Beef, check, bacon, check, single malt whiskey, check. Ten servings of vegetables daily? No Way In Hell.
Posted by: Roger | Monday, 27 February 2017 at 10:24 PM
Happy Birthday, Mike! And many happy returns of the day!!
My dad used to say that we are always 35 inside our heads. And so we are.
Posted by: Mani Sitaraman | Tuesday, 28 February 2017 at 02:45 AM
(Belated) congratulations, Mike! May you keep enjoying life for many more decades, and may you keep posting entertaining, interesting and funny comments at this blog (or elsewhere) for all those decades.
Posted by: Cateto/Jose | Tuesday, 28 February 2017 at 06:55 AM
qoSlIj DatIvjaj!
That's Klingon for Happy Birthday!
Couldn't resist.
Have many, many, more...
Posted by: Dave New | Wednesday, 01 March 2017 at 01:22 PM
Hopefully over the next 54 years life expectancy will develop for you to complete the "second 60".
Posted by: Tom Legrady | Thursday, 02 March 2017 at 10:16 AM
Happy Birthday Mike
Thought you might enjoy AA Gill's commentary on your common milestone:
http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/newsreview/features/article1427723.ece?shareToken=2fca8e9e52d777d7c93e9583efcc3bf2
Posted by: Fraser | Friday, 03 March 2017 at 10:42 AM