Hey, guess what! It’s my birthday on Saturday. I’m going to be turning 33 on the 22nd, which has a nice sort of symmetry to it.
The Saturday before Christmas is one of those days that tends to get owned by the Yuletide build-up, so I thought I’d deal out a subtle (SUBTLE!!!) reminder this year.
33 is apparently one of those panic ages – you go, “OMG! Jesus was 33 when He died and look at all the stuff He achieved in His life! I’m 33 and no one capitalises pronouns when they talk about me! I suck!” But I think that’s kinda silly. I mean, the deal is that Jesus is perfect, so what kind of wretched life would you make for yourself if you tried to be perfect all the time. Mm.
But there is one thing that’s cool about 33 – LPs spin at 33rpm. And everyone knows that vinyl is really cool.
Anyway, if you want to give me a present, these are two things I like:
- Bad poetry.
You can email me or post to PO Box 68 603, Newton, Auckland 1145. Merci.