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Tuesday, August 10, 2010



It is my birthday! I'm not a big fan of my birthday. It's been kind of over-done, I think.

As a kid, my birthday was sometimes celebrated during family vacations to the beach with my grandparents and extended family. A couple of times it was celebrated at my grandparents' house in Ohio or my granddaddy's house in Mississippi. I remember a few childhood birthday parties: themes in variations of dinosaurs, Star Wars, Batman. My parents had this record that they used to play on the Inter-Com system at our house. "Hey David, It's your birthday. I'm in charge of the stars, and I'm here to say - Hey David, you're the big star today!" Thanks for the enduring melody, Captain Zoom.

In 1999, between my sophomore and junior years of college, my Grandpa died in early August, just a few days before my birthday. My Aunt Debbie used my twentieth birthday as an outlet for her grief and mourning energies; she insisted that my birthday not be forgotten, so we celebrated repeatedly over those weeks. Between the funerals in Florida and West Virginia, the downtime in Tennessee and the estate planning and house-cleaning that we returned to Florida to complete, not to mention all of the driving back and forth - well, we ate cake in at least five states. I was serenaded by most of the Applebees waitstaff east of the Louisiana Purchase, we went to Busch Gardens and a Devil Rays baseball game for my birthday, and took countless pictures of me blowing out candles. It has become a permanent family joke, all those birthdays that Aunt Debbie made me celebrate that year.

My first birthday card this year was from Aunt Debbie. She wrote, "Hope you have a wonderful birthday. I remember many of your birthdays." Something about this birthday card meant a lot, was important to me this year.

Currently Listening to:
Jack Johnson's To the Sea


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Words That I'm Living By - 5/2/2010

Time, as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days, turn into months
Turn into years, they hurry by me
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten,
faded memories
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

And I love to see the morning
as it steals across the sky
I love to remember and
I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
so I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

I hope that you will think of me
In moments when you're happy and you're smiling
That the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
if you are crying
And that you'll love to see
the sun go down
And the world go around
And around and around

"Around and Around" by Mark Kozelek

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