Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Astreja Five-Oh!

I was born fifty years ago today. A lot has happened since August 7, 1957, ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous.

I sang in a choir, entertaining the mayor of Winnipeg and the lieutenant-governor of Manitoba.

Dodged from shadow to shadow at bus stops at 10 o'clock at night, afraid that my ex-spouse would find me and kill me.

Achieved an arts degree, a business administration degree, an MCSE, and Grade 3 Violin (with honours).

Broke the 5th metatarsal of my right foot while square dancing on the concrete patio in front of Dawson College in Montreal.

Won a lot of kata trophies, and one first-place kumite trophy, at martial arts tournaments in the 1980's.

Sat in the hallway of a New York hotel and, in a sleep-deprived buzz, read glowing purple poetry off the carpet.

On this day, I am reminded of the poignant comment made by Raistlin Majere at the end of The Soulforge:
If I am to be judged by those who come after me, let me be judged for the truth.
'Nuff said.

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