Happy Birfday, Sean!

My brother Sean, ten years my junior, turns 29 today. It's a weird age-- a prime number, and right on the cusp of 30. An Age of Anticipation. According to tradition, the Buddha left home at 29. Why the storytellers couldn't have rounded that up to 30 is beyond me.

Sean has already warned us that he'd probably be too busy to celebrate today. Such is the life of a professional musician. Sean's putting on a concert this Sunday at the Old Presbyterian Meeting House in Alexandria, VA. He and his chamber group will be performing; check out the information on that church's front page: Concert with a Cause (scroll down to see the entry).

I wish you could see Sean's Facebook profile; he's got some interesting photos of himself up there. One depicts Sean as a blunt-smokin' gangsta (there's a website where you can create images reminiscent of a rap album cover); another is titled "Me before the sex change." Use your imagination.

A surreal haiku for Sean on his birthday:

autumn leaves cackle
grow fangs, leap off trees, and dine
on Madonna's brain

(Long live Bjørk!)

Happy 29th, Sean! Here's a cute picture of a chihuahua for you:




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