Thursday, May 31, 2007
Minor madness + a birthday
I have committed a MySpace page. If you're interested in such things, take a look and tell me what's wrong with it and what I need to add: http://www.myspace.com/marlyyoumans. Since I don't have a lot of time, I'm just going to do a few minutes on it every day. I'm thinking of it more as a "pointer" to other sites and to what I do with my writing. It's just an experiment.
But I'm afraid that I have a wicked desire to be wholly fictitious. Yesterday when I started the thing, I declared myself to be 99. Today I am 23. That's a rotten age, but so is 99. Tomorrow I might be 33, which is a third of 99 and 10 years happier than 23.
Alas, on MySpace I have no friends. That would be sad, if only I didn't have real life, plus my visible and invisible visitors here. I suppose if I stick to 99, I'll meet codgers and crones. And 23 will gain angsty types...
If you're not interested in such things, just slide down to Slush Pile Baby! C'est moi!
And now for something that matters...
The real news of the day is that 10 years ago, at about 2:00 a.m. in the morning, I almost kicked the bucket but did not, and neither did my baby--the jolt of gratefulness when the morphine dreams wore off a few days later has stayed with me for a decade.
Today N is in double digits.
Happy birthday, N!
Credit: The photograph is courtesy of Lithuanian Zilvinas Valeika, a.k.a. Poetas, and www.sxc.hu/.