Today Ululations is all about me. Because it’s my birthday. I was born exactly two weeks after “I Want to Hold Your Hand” hit number one.
This is not perhaps the most flattering picture, but I am managing to show off …
–my birthmark, all at once.
[photo courtesy of ROOTHEE(tm), otherwise known as: “the talented, exquisite, hilariously funny and incredibly friggin’ smart Ruthie Goldberg.” ^o^]
So in honor of me and my irrevocable birth, I quote this poem-parable by Franz Kafka.
“How did I get here?” I exclaimed. It was a moderately large hall, lit by soft electric light, and I was walking along close to the walls. Although there were several doors, if one opened them one only found oneself standing in front of a dark, smooth rock-face, scarcely a handbreadth beyond the threshold and extending vertically upwards and horizontally on both sides, seemingly without any end. Here was no way out. Only one door led into an adjoining room, the prospect there was more hopeful, but no less startling than thatbehind the other doors. One looked into a royal apartment, the prevailing colors were red and gold, there were several mirrors as high as the ceiling, and a large glass chandelier. But that was not all.
I do not have to go back again, the cell is burst open, I move, I feel my body.