"Huh," Said I.
"Why would 1953 be important?" Blue said with increasing urgency.
"No idea," I said without any urgency at all.
"Can't you find out?"
"Look it up on the internet!!" Blue yells.
"You do it."
"I'm doing my homework."
|Farmer's Market zinnias|
|My brother is a cabin artist west of the Cascades|
Since the Wikipedia was already open, I decide to peak in on October 14, the most important day in my life. It's a great day for Mughal and Thai kings to be born, and for French revolutions. And just as those facts were starting to inflate my noggin with fantasies of political domination, I started to think of how many countries there are, close to 200, each needing a leader, each experiencing some turn over either to voting or death or coup, and you have a shit-load of leaders the world has seen. Given this perspective, October 14 is actually very low on dictators and kings. And the one's it has weren't particularly ambitious, that I can tell, simply because none of their names ring a bell. Given my typical non-professorial knowledge base of the history of world leaders, especially Mughal and Thai, and my brain injury, I realize that just because I don't know who they are doesn't mean they were nobodies in the geo-political arena, but I'm going to stick with that assumption anyway.
|There's a Blue up there|
Also, e.e. cummings and I share the birth date, and no one can deny his brilliant nature-loving individualism, and he was a Unitarian. Aside from the McCarthy fan-dom and a couple of terrifyingly racist poems ... it's like we're soul twins.
I've looked long and hard for someone who has died on my birth date, exactly. And I've found no one. I suppose I wondered if I'd be them reincarnated. But since the onset of this search, I've thought that if there is some big soul-recycling mechanism in the sky, it would hopefully let you rest for a while between lives, get some of that gunky build-up of difficult feelings and experiences out of your system, a tune-up, before sending "you" back in to the fray. But I still wonder who died the day I was born, and I always scan the grave stones for October 14, 1975 and it's never been found. (You know by now that I'm fond of graveyard strolls, right? My father brought me to graveyards instead of playgrounds and it's a hobby that stuck.)
|Moon on Hwy 20|
|Hwy 20 is state owned, the pull-outs were federal and all closed, except to we rebels|
222 looks like a dull year, over-all, only five things of note. Compare that 1953's 128 events as per wikipedia. But that could be because there were so many more people doing and dying and arriving and discovering and being crowned in 1953 than in 222. But we also are the uber-record keepers these days, so many records produced in one day it would take a lifetime to read them all. 1953 even has the advantage of 60 years of distillation, to see what turned out to be important and what didn't. But with everything evermore recorded, every moment, will it ever get distilled in to the five most important things? And with all of it being noted, what is important? To the world, to the future?
|The selfie(s) at the summit|