Last night I went to the 50th birthday party of a friend and mentor. It was a very nice time. Of course, today is the day I officially become homeless again (though not friendless and so not without a place to hang my very nice hat) and so that is a bit odd. It’s been a long time since I didn’t have a place of my own. Four years…seems like a long time anyway. So that was on my mind while I was talking with a few people and one of them mentioned that he recently was talking with Marshall Sahlins, and I realized that the book I’ve been reading on the toilet lately is by the same Marshall Sahlins. That was odd (and I’ve just realized that he and I share the same horrid birthday of December 27 from his wiki page). Then, in the midst of a fantastic spoken word performance in honor of the birthday girls first half century and what she knows, it hit me that the four year old child that had been taking pictures of the back of my head and closeups of my hairy ears is the niece of soon to be President Obama and that her mother, sitting on the couch next to me, is the sister of the President to be.
All of this struck me as very funny when combined with my imminent (or perhaps I should say emminent) homeless-ness and the advent of my next vagabonding adventures.
I wonder if President Obama will get a chance to see the closeups of my hairy ears. Maybe he will be struck by them. In any event, by posting this, I am hopefully making sure that he will be able to identify the man who wears those ears.