To The Nines

It’s time for another selfish post where I spew thoughts that are only important (and probably interesting) to me. Hey, cut me some slack! It’s my birthday, and not everyone can count on the celebration of their coming into this world falling on a day that happens only once every one hundred years.

Aside from the numerological significance of today’s date, the number nine is a wacky bugger in general. It’s the bane of retailers who feel they have to price things at $9.99 or some such amount. This is why we still have the penny.

Nine can be used in a declaration of success like, “He went the whole nine yards.” Or it can describe a fancy or flamboyant outfit as in, “She was dressed to the nines.” And that most popular destination in dreamland … Cloud Nine.

Of course, on this highly anticipated day that The Beatles Rock Band game is being released, let us not forget ‘Revolution #9’.

September 9 also happens to be the 252nd day of the year (2+5+2=9)

There are scores of other mythical, philosophical, religious and just plain kooky examples of why the number 9 is so revered. For me, it is simply my birthday. Traditionally it is the day to make resolutions and promises to myself that I will undoubtedly not keep, if history is to be a measuring stick.

Because of the trinumeral alignment and those numerologists talking about how important it all is, I want my resolutions and promises to stick this time around. I’ve never put much stock in superstitions, but maybe it’s time I did. I know, I know … it’s up to me to make that happen. Therein lies my concern.

In the summer of 1999 (again with the nines), when I moved my paper fanzine publishing mess to the web and created this site, I wrote the line, “There is but one way to live life and that is to live life!” I was proud of that line, but never fully followed thru with it’s sentiment. It was soon removed from the site.

I’m generally a lazy person who likes to procrastinate and watch cartoons all day. So I understand the reasons why plans breakdown so easily. Now is the time to buck up and face my own inadequacies. To stop making excuses for my constant feeling of stalemate and start moving forward.

I can’t say for sure what moving forward will entail. Things are all a jumble in my brain right now. It will (of course) involve writing, creating, publishing, producing … something. Of all the things I have ever doubted about myself, the one thing I can be sure of is my ability to create.

Man that sounds cocky, but fuck it … it’s true.

It’s time to awaken the kid in me who used to take chances. Age is just a number, 21 is how I feel. I’ve been saying that for 22 year now. Jesus!

So, stay tuned for an new (old) version of me to emerge. Brighter colors. Sharper tongue. Higher profile. Just like the good old days. Maybe some new music.

OK, that may be pushing it. Hey, ya never know.

So once again I say, “There is but one way to live life and that is to live life!”

Cheers!

See Also:
Why 09/09/09 Is So Special