LATELY — 28 March 2002

April 11th is My Birthday

What should I do with this site?

It’s my birth­day on the 11th of April. I shall be twenty-six. I was hoping to hold a party where we’d set off ex­plod­ing devices from Backyard Ballistics, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anymore.

I learned today that someone called Asparagirl was born on the same day (in 1979). So is Jack Saturn (in 1977). I know of two others. One is a girl I had a crush on in primary school called Shannon Powell. I did a web search for her a while back and found Mr Shannon Powell, who, as the URL suggests, is an inmate in­car­cer­ated in NY wanting a pen pal. He cer­tainly sounds interesting: “Also willing to accept the chal­lenge of any Lesbian by restor­ing her faith in A-REAL-MAN, (in all se­ri­ous­ness and no dis­re­spect intended).” The other is a girl I met at The Press Club in Brisbane. This was soon after my birthday. She’d men­tioned that her birth­day was the week before, and so I asked her when, and she said the eleventh. It oc­curred to me that men­tion­ing the co­in­ci­dence would make for a par­tic­u­larly un­classy and un­sub­tle pickup line, but since I wasn’t par­tic­u­larly in­ter­ested in her (and, as it happens, I was telling the truth!) I went ahead. I think I’ve some Po­laroids of her, but I can’t at all re­mem­ber her name.

My friend Chris has her birth­day on the 12th, as does David Letterman. I think it’s Claire Danes’s as well. [Update: And Rebekah’s too!]

(I shall try to be more in­ter­est­ing in future.)