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There's a meteor shower every year on my birthday. Some years it's light, some it's quite splendid. It's called the Perseid meteor shower, or sometimes the "tears of god". I remember sitting on my grandparent's front yard, on balmy summer nights with friends, splayed out, weight resting on my arms, intently watching the sky. Calling out as one or another shooting stars crossed overhead; some brilliant, some faint.

I'm 36. Good god, 36. 35 was an unhealthy year, but mostly a happy one. Most of it in Venice, and that's been a great joy. Doing two plays, learning to surf. A fine year, really - though for maybe the first time ever I'm feeling my age.

I'm so tired right now - tired because a bunch of good friends trooped out to the drunken spelling bee last night. It was incredibly crowded, and moved too slowly, so despite the fact that I advanced to the quarter-finals, we left in search of a good drink. Which we found, after much wandering, at a non-descript but charming dive bar in Hollywood. We passed trannies and at least a hundred people on bicycles, many of them calling out "get a bike!" as we walked past. Up today and chatting with the neighbors, then off to the movies. Game tonight- busy all day, and prodigiously tired right now.

But coming home I looked for shooting stars. There's so many lights out on the streets, I had to go down by the beach in front of my building to watch. I leaned up against the wall out front, and looked up at the sky. Incongrously, some folks down on the beach shot off fireworks, and the cloud of gunpowder smoke drifted up and away very lazily in the nearly windless night. I thought I saw a shooting star, but actually it was a magnificent owl, flitting by, lit from underneath by the streetlights. The Pacific was pounding, loud and strong - no off-shore breeze to flatten the waves - tall crests, crashes, crests again, crashes. Then, just every so faintly, barely visible at all - a falling star.

If the sky is a portent, then this year there will be celebration (fireworks) and health and wisdom (the owl) - but if God is crying, his tears are very faint, and very far away.

I have the highest of hopes. 36. I'm so tired now. I'll sleep.


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Aug. 12th, 2007 02:56 pm (UTC)
Happy Happy Birthday!

May the coming year bring you bigger and better things, things you want, and things you didn't know you wanted!

PS - Leos rock! rawr!
Aug. 12th, 2007 02:59 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday! =)
Aug. 12th, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
happy belated birthday! i'm glad to hear it was a good one.
Aug. 12th, 2007 03:16 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday.

Hopes are the foundation of everything. May the future be a bright one, full of small miracles and shining stars.
Aug. 12th, 2007 03:37 pm (UTC)
Happy birthday - I do hope those omens are correct; you deserve at least the happiness you receive each year, if not more.
Aug. 12th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday Davy... Sorry I couldn't make it to the spelling bee. But, I have to say, that I enjoy reading you... and you make me look forward to a new year and knowing you has enriched me more than I can tell you.
Aug. 12th, 2007 06:07 pm (UTC)
I'm only 29 and I've already got a bad back and my knees are going out. I can only imagine how cruel the years are being on your joints.

:) Happy birthday!
Aug. 12th, 2007 07:40 pm (UTC)
Happy b-day doll! I hope you're enjoying your day.
Aug. 12th, 2007 11:43 pm (UTC)
Happy birthday! I'm glad it was a good one.
Aug. 14th, 2007 02:42 am (UTC)
Happy Belated Birthday
Birthdays are nature's way of telling us to eat more cake. Hope you had a moment to enjoy some with extra frosting. Happy Birthday!
Aug. 14th, 2007 04:21 pm (UTC)
Sorry this is so late. But Happy Birthday anyway!!! I hope it was nice.
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