Look at Me, I'm Thirty-Three

I don't know if this blog has a birthday announcement or what, but today is my 33rd birthday, the start of my so-called "Jesus Year."  It's not particularly significant unless you are a tinfoil hat crazy that wants to point out that:

A) I'm 33 years old.
B) There are 33 degrees of Masonry
C) JFK was killed in Dallas, on the 33rd Parallel.
D) I'm probably being "brought up" as a Mason this year.
E) 33 + 33 = 66
F) 66 with another 6 at the end is equal to 666!

Circles within circles, my friends. 

As I always say on my birthday, it really just means I'm one year closer to the big dirt nap.  Some people think that's depressing, but it reminds me that in the end, we're all going to the same place and that everything else is just little stuff.

Still, I sometimes look at birthdays and try to think of what I've accomplished.  I do occasionally feel like I come up short.  This year I set the mark very, very high - so high that I still feel good about only missing any goals having to do with financial security.  Of course, that's kind of a big one for most people, but as far as money goes I've been down so long it looks like up to me.

But F all that in the A.  My 32nd year, 2009, was the year I got my MFA.  It was the year I got published (twice!) and the year I started my editing career.  It was the year I moved back to Detroit!

Knock on wood and all that nonsense, but 33 is going to be hot.  I'm back in the D, making money, published - I'm cutting this post short so that I can get my work done and go have a three martini lunch.

Now, keep it real: