Fairly quiet birthday. My Unka Kent, who is hip as a bastid, ‘e is, sent me a gift certificate for Amazon.com! i’ve got a ton of cool books coming soon. And my grandpops, he gave me a cool-ass bookshelf, coincidentally!

From my father… sigh… i got two or three cryptic e-mails, no doubt written while he was drunk as a lark. One said simply “Be there” in the subject line; no body whatsoever. In another he quoted Dylan at me (that was more or less the whole epistle). Of all the Dylan he could have quoted, he chose the saddest, and perhaps the most appropriate: “most likely you[‘ll] go your way, I’ll go mine.” Bugger all.

(update later that week): my pops got me two cool shirts (damn i’m getting fat) and a Santana boxed set. Cool.