Oh my God. Siggraph ends July. August has the potential to be massive.

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Wait, there’s an extra 9 hiding. I always admired 36.

To Ernesto who told me he’s turning 36 in October, and I said 36 is a great age for a man because it’s when he really figures out his shit.

I still believe it. Have an amazing year.

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7 7 7 7

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the trophy that is my iPod.

To 7, my prophet and guide, who loves me so much he can not touch me.

You are worth reclaiming.

You are worth the quest.

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by the way, do you know flight 333 has shipped my iPod to Dallas?

I’ve left so many messages on so many machines, talked to one girl who claimed to be out sick for a week who transferred me to another who claimed to be sick for the next two days. Find out they’ve shipped my iPod to Dallas, despite my strong expression that they leave it where it is, and I will fly over to Oakland and pick it up.

Seattle tells me they won’t even ship it back to me because of “we don’t ship any passengers’ items due to liability issues. You can give us your Fed Ex number.” Yet they decide to ship it to Dallas.

Where I assume, it will be examined aboard the Southwest Mothership.

What is going on?

My iPod disappears on Flight 333, to be deboarded by a flight attendant acting out of her own volition, to end up in Oakland which is close enough to my home town in time and place for me to physically go there the next week and pick it up, but they send it to Dallas. My birth place, where I have not returned since I was 2 months old.

What. the. fuck.

Clearly I’m being summoned to Dallas. Just like Team True Blood in the episodes I watched last week as I was preparing to come home. Clearly, I will also be required to stay at the sickest, sleakest hotel I can find. The kind where it’s always night, and if we’re not fucking you, it’s because it’d be too easy. Clearly.

Numbers:

Tracking 798 735 752 476

Phone 214 792 560 3600

She threw in extra digits for the phone number.  Even she stopped and said, “No wait, that’s not it.” But I wrote down what she said, and this is what I saw: 9 9 9

Have you listened to a stranger read off a phone number that you suddenly realized was yours?

I was born 9, 3 times.

I was born 9 times, as 3.

Let’s write an ending in Dallas.

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How strange that I choose to have my birthday at the Texas Roadhouse. Before I leave, I text Brian, “May we never lose the Texan in us.” I’ve lost my ability to do accents, but I can always pick up Texas.

It was only supposed to be a few people, and then more and more people got invited. Had to handle an ego situation with the manager. Looked for him to give him cake, hoping he could learn something from the night and be better, but he was nowhere to be found. Had just enough pieces for the waitress, the hostess and the busboy.

Strange how during birthday times, my body handles alcohol.

My body is doing it’s own thing right now. I don’t look like me. But I’m assuming that it’s like this, because I’m preparing something for Saturday. Why 19 on a 19? 1. I don’t trust 1. One is unlimited potential and unlimited power. But it also kills a part of you while the rest goes on living. And it tends to be the good part. 2 has always had more humanity. as a god, as a human.

let us all be better humans within our gods, so that our gods can be greater humans.

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