Five years ago yesterday, I started keeping a journal online.
There were no images, just words. That first entry was particularly pondersome. It was a heavy year emotionally, economically.
The following April I would start including a photo for most days—formatted in an arbitrary rectangle so it would fit on the screen with some thoughts.
Thirty-six years ago today I was born.
The cast of characters is largely the same. Some folks have moved on, moved around, got hitched, started families. I closed up shop from the initial dot-boom and free-floated for a while, shacked up with a fella I adore, started a new company with friends that has a nice balance of pixels and elbow grease.
So things are good on this birthday.
Today at the studio, my friends presented me with this Charley Harper print that accompanied his definitive monograph.
It is number 036.
I like that there’s that leading zero in the print number. If life continues to be this rich, thanks to those around me far and near, I hope to use that extra character in my own numbering.
A hat tip to everyone reading this and following along. It’s time for cake.
Current music: Growing “In the Shadow of the Mountain”