Due to a combination of circumstances that I could have done a better job of controlling, I once again have let my birthday pass without making a specific (social) occasion of it.
I'm getting, and have gotten, some pretty cool presents, though.
My brother-in-law and his girlfriend got me a signed (!) copy of Sting's memoir broken music
. I haven't finished it yet, but it's interesting, and fits firmly in the category of "things that I never would have bought for myself but which I find intriguing". They also surprised me with a cake a couple of weeks ago when my family was in Portland for a visit, which was very cool. (My BIL also deserves continuing kudos for being the friend through which I met Megan.)amnesiadust
got me signed (!) copies of the first two PhD comics compendia. Which he's apparently had since I was still at UC Irvine (that's Irvine, 'Dusty', not Riverside :) ) but it's still much appreciated.
Megan got me a copy of Symphonicities
, a reimagination of some of Sting's music in vocalist-with-orchestral form. It's not entirely musically successful (IMO) but a couple of the pieces are very moving. (Sadly, "Synchronicity" nor "Synchronicity II" are not among those so rendered.) Also a copy of Manna in Heaven
, just about the last of Roger Zelazny's works that I didn't already have, and one I've been wanting for some time.
My son Corwin made me a small notebook, with a carrying handle, and a decorated envelope.
The twins (and Corwin) have given me many hugs and spontaneous wishings of "Happy Birthday, Papa!".
I am now sitting in the Seattle airport, about to fly out to my 20th (erk!) high school reunion and subsequently to see fdmts
in Boston. (Also, hopefully, to meet someone with whom I've been working on JUNG for about 5-6 years, yet never met.) This also counts as a present from Megan because she's 8.5 months pregnant and is taking care of the kids solo this weekend and Monday.
My friends rock.