Ok, my birthday is tomorrow. Considering how far apart the prime-numbered years are getting I am glad that my age will be divisible by five and seven.

Last week my wife gave me an early present: she took me out to see Dave Alvin (formerly of the Blasters) at the Iron Horse. Very cool show. He played an awesome version of Fourth of July. I suspect that she will also get a copy of Siddhartha Deb’s new book (can’t wait — here and article he wrote about opposition to the sati in India).

I also buy a book for myself, but I am having a hard time deciding. My choices are: James Tate’s new collection of poetry, Schocken Book of Modern Sephardic Literature, Earl Shorris’ Latinos: A Biography of a People, the autobiography of Jazz pianist Hampton Hawes, or Lautréamont’s Maldoror. Any suggestions (or additions)?

This blog has also been up for a year. I think I have had three moderately good posts:

  1. Imperfection as Great as G-d
  2. Political Journey
  3. Vinland without its Map

By this weekend I will put up a post about an “invented” anniversary, the millennium of the German Rhine in 1925, and the historiographical aftermath.

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