I turn a symmetric 44 years old this Sunday. These twin, strong fours herald balance and fortitude that I may finally deserve. Turned upside-down, forty-four turns into two chairs, useful for entertaining a friend over for tea.
For my birthday, I usually try to organize a celebratory stunt for my friends, whether I plan a trip to Yosemite, a beach bonfire, or an afternoon party along the public parklets of Valencia Street. This year, I depart two days before my birthday on a direct flight from Oakland to Stockholm. I won’t celebrate my 44th birthday in San Francisco. Instead, Greg and I fly onward to Berlin to stay for four nights there. I foresee a nice German birthday schnitzel dinner with a low-alcohol beer.
In my 44th year, I’d like slowly to start saying goodbye to San Francisco. No need to get maudlin, but I do want closure and opportunity for the years I have left in this fair city. Here’s a list of possible epic San Francisco achievements:
- Build the Squares
- Install the wine bottle project at Tank 18
- Contact Autodesk for an internship to make The Spheres
- Brew beer with Ruben
- Go one last time to Burning Man
- Give a lecture at Odd Salon
- Host a gallery opening
- Work from the Boston office
- Hike the Lost Coast
- Ski Lake Tahoe
- Relax, savor, enjoy