(Actually now with PhD, but Doctor of Philosophy just doesn't have the same evil ring, does it?)
That's me! Guess I'm not rolling much these days.
After looking through all the Flick'r images entitled "40", I chose this one, and only then discovered that it's an image from my husband's hometown. How odd.
I may post some others too, just 'cause I can.
I was glad to discover that the poet Rainer Maria Rilke shares my birthday, although he's some 91 years older than me, of course. (Wow, is that all?) I loved Letters to a Young Poet.
Perhaps unrelatedly, when I was small I thought I would be a poet, an artist, or a "ballet dancer" when I grew up. My mother heard me saying this to a friend and was worried because she thought I said "belly dancer".
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Nothing wrong with belly dancers, unless of course they travel with the Renaissance Festival and drink until they're cross-eyed, but I guess that's fine too.
True, but probably not in my mother's (former) view of the world.
For Your Birthday!
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