anniversary

I just noticed that a few days ago was the eighth anniversary of this blog. It seems like only yesterday …

Two weeks ago was the seventh anniversary of this blog. I meant to do something exciting to celebrate the event but I completely forgot. (Does that make this site one year old in dog years? Or is it the other way around?)

Not many other people can say this: Today is the five year anniversary of my first blog entry. (This site’s been running for about nine years, but I didn’t start blogging until five years ago today.) It seems like just yesterday … but this is my 2,550th post …

It’s been one week.

So this is the first anniversary of sorts. And next week it will be two weeks. And then it will be a month since. And then it will be six months. And then a year. And then five years.

When all the networks went back to “regularly scheduled programming” it felt wrong. I’m not trying to pick a scab or dwell or anything like that, but it seems like it’s still right here, y’know? It seems like it just happened this morning. I don’t like the idea of “getting back to normal”. I’m not talking about some demented, bleeding-heart, “the people that died can’t go back to normal” empathy. I just mean that it doesn’t feel right to “go back to normal”. What the #$*@ is normal? Nothing is normal.

So it’s been six months now. I’m still thinking about what I said when it had been one week. It’s very strange to look at posts pre-9/11 and try to imagine what I was thinking when I wrote them. What world was that? Such an odd date - 09/11/2001 - has suddenly become the temporal demarcation line for millions of people. Billions of people.

I grow old … I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

I just realized this weekend that September 10, 2001 was the one-year anniversary of the day I arrived in Los Angeles. I’ve been here a year and six months now.

It was twenty-one years ago today …

And now two.

It’s been one week.

So this is the first anniversary of sorts. And next week it will be two weeks. And then it will be a month since. And then it will be six months. And then a year. And then five years.

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Sometime in the middle of Saturday afternoon I realized that I had somehow managed to completely miss my ten year high school reunion.
Shocking.
I know I wasn’t the president of the senior class or anything, but I was some sort of officer. Vice President? Secretary? Something. I know I wasn’t the Treasurer - I would remember having to deal with money.
What bugs me is that I wasn’t even invited! Was I impossible to find? I can’t imagine that. I mean, I don’t want to hit anyone over the head with the obvious stick or anything, but … davidgagne.net? I find it very hard - although not impossible - to believe that I was the one responsible for organizing a reunion. Did the graduating class of 1991 just … y’know … skip it? Am I the only one that wasn’t invited? Hmmm …

Wow! I’ve been blogging for 400 days!

So. I wonder if I should do anything to celebrate my first birthday. davidgagne.net is one today. Send me a birthday wish!

It was twenty years ago today that a person shot and killed John Lennon outside the Dakota on West 72nd Street in New York City, bringing whatever was left of the sixties to a definitive and miserable end. Twenty years to the day after the death of Beatle John Lennon , the city of Liverpool paid its respects Friday to its No. 1 son. A death that marked the seam of a generation … The whole street was filled with people, many of them sobbing, curious onlookers, reporters, and just a lot of people in a state of shock.

The wrongwaygoback.com 1st Birthday Spectacular is something you just don’t want to miss!