Birthdayay

I turned 28 on Jan 14th. Yeowzers! But... it was the best birthday EVER!

Harry got new glasses!


Classic harry: shirtless in the middle of winter.

Elia made a model for GQ!


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Baaron wrote & described the bDay scene at Blue Sky:

We have a cake picked out for you. We'll call everyone into the Art Conference room ahead of time and then we're going to page you...and wait. When you don't show up we'll be talking idly...nervously at first. But then the atmosphere will begin to switch...and soon it will feel like a wake. Sure, there will be moments of laughter as we remember those moments we all laughed about laughing momentously. Sure. But they will be followed by moments of silence. And as we gaze at our feet, one of us will remark how the cake doesn't taste right...and soon the room will be empty.

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And my dad wrote to explain how he & my kitty Milo celebrated:

...Milo and I celebrated it here. We got a little cup cake with a candle. Then We got a picture of you and put it in front of the fan by the side of your bed... between the fan and the lit candle.

Then Milo scratched a hole in the side of the picture, We sang happy birthday, and I turned the fan on. You'll be glad to know that you blew out the candle easily, and your wish will surely come true!!

So just to let you know this is all true...Milo will now sing Happy Birthday!!

Mew mew mew mew, mew mew
Mew mew mew mew, mew mew

Mew mew mew mew mew rarghpheee

Mew mew mew mew, mew mew!

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Had a great dimsum (they call it yum chow here) breakfast w/Arun, Eric, & James! I swam 25 laps at the pool! Then Mr Lemmon returned from nyc & organized a last minute bDay surprise party during a concert in the Botanical Gardens. Cake, a lei! A bunch of radishes & a mug as presents. And my mom sent me Glucosamine! Best birthday evveeerrrrr yahooie!

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Besides that I've been having too much fun to take many photos ARG. Instead, here are a few poems.

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The Tooth Assassin
(after Out Of The Blue)

Each tooth in Martin's mouth
is a god-given bullet;
it makes for a guilty smile.

Martin watches television, the war.
Tall men and strange weight
slung from belts.

Lines of glowing teeth hang
in the black desert, slipping
forward like the warm windows
of a passing train.

they find hands, backpacks, tires,
get stuck in mud.
Mouths of the cannon, free to speak
and perhaps kill, speak.

Martin examines his mouth.
Some day I will kill
(counts) thirty four people.

He constructs a rifle,
loads it with the gray teeth
of a dead jackrabbit,
practices on a blue jay.

He is satisfied, pulls his first tooth.

Martin is about to be the tooth assassin.
And the one with the silver filling
is for the werewolf on TV.

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I thought that balloon
was a tiny red man
crawling in the alley on his belly

I am horrified for a blink
when he pops, then think
oh.

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Homesick (dream)

I want to leave
but it's getting dark.
I speed out of the city
past rows of crops.

Spitball bodies of bugs
dim the headlights to a glow,
become fat, stiff,
snap like hail -- a storm,

Perhaps they're locusts.

No, they're birds
whose wings spread on the glass
and untie shoelace bodies.

My shoes fly out the window.

I turn on the wipers.
Now I feel the hot squash
of rodents under the wheels
and the steering slips.

It's a quiet night.
I hit a dog -- some mutt --
and now many dogs

until all sorts of animals roll
up off the hood, though

some are only balloons;
their breath filled bodies swerve
dark heavenward in car currents.

When I rub my eyes

I think I've hit a pretty little girl,
or a whole family.
Her father stretches out his arm.

But I'm driving so fast, so fast,
and I never know if time is left

for the friends I love.
their open hands squeak
on the windshield and nothing

is alive in the rear view.
I see my mother standing
in the road, reading a book.

I stop the car and get out.
"I'm really tired, Mom."
"Well, you're home now."