In my personal timeline it's December 8, 2325, and I'm 35 years old today. Unlike many who favor multiples of ten as signposts of maturity, I follow the Fallow system based on multiples of seven. This puts me at the threshold of the sixth stage in Fallow's Cyclical: Enrichment. I will be entering a phase where I am deepening my commitment to my chosen path and strengthening my connections to those who love and support me.
Ha! No, I don't really believe any of that. I love reading her stuff though -- it's such delicious nonsense, and it's got a bittersweet flavor since she had so much popular influence. No one has done more damage to the human psyche in the name of pseudoscience since Freud.
I've gotten birthday wishes from everyone on the team. Evo sent me a present: a pattern to run off on my printer. She wanted to keep it a secret until it was done, but I peeked. It's the one thing that Evo would think that I needed more than anything else in the world: a vibrator. From anyone else I might take it as a veiled insult, but from Evo it's harder to read. As someone who's developed promiscuity into a quantitative science, she could present a sex toy not just as a gift but as a prescription.
The Fallow Cyclical does map to my own life rather well, I have to admit. Age 7 I fell in love with Crabs; age 14 (ish) I got chipped; age 21 (ish) I met Pi; age 28 (ish) I met Kate; age 35 (ish) I went to another planet to pursue the dream of knowledge studying the dancers. When our mission is over in about another seven years I will enter a new phase, although at this point I have no concept of what it might entail.
So for now I'm raising a glass of melange punch to myself. The vibrator has a fairly beefy motor so it's depleted my store of gold dots. I'll have to recycle it soon, though maybe not for a few days. One or two more glasses and it might start to look like a pretty nice present. Happy birthday to me.
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