Sunday, 1 March 2009

Happy Birthday to Me



Today is my 50th birthday. I was inflicted on the world on Sunday, March 1st 1959, at three a.m. on the dot. I was a week premature, born dozy and drugged up to the eyeballs, and spent most of my first few days in an incubator. This circumstance I must have found congenial, because ever since then I have tried to make of every place I have lived a hideaway that excludes the world in so far as it can be excluded. (The best part of every day is getting home and closing the door.) The sun is in Pisces, and us natives are usually characterised as unambitious and unworldly solipsists with a fondness for the bottle. In my case this is spot on. I have just been looking on the net and found that we are also ‘imaginative and sensitive, compassionate and kind, selfless and unworldly, intuitive and sympathetic’ and generally fey and mimsy collectors of shells and pebbles, burners of joss-sticks and scented candles, too fragile for this world. We are supposed to have ‘a catlike appreciation of luxury and pleasure’, which is certainly true of me – give me a sandalwood-scented divan piled with Indian cushions over a bracing country walk any Sunday of the month. Likewise I’ll take a raga over a brass band, lights-out over reveille and vanilla over BDSM. There’s some gross-out stuff here too: ‘Pisces governs the feet, liver and lymphatics, and its subjects can be threatened by anaemia, boils, ulcers and other skin diseases, especially inflammation of the eyelids, gout, and foot disorders.’ Yeuch.

Kiddies’ books in my childhood often used to have this little rhyme in them:

Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Well, I was a Sunday child, and the ‘good and gay’ bit is accurate at least. I wonder if this might also explain my lifelong hatred of Sunday, that day with its interminable afternoon when your mind (or mine, anyway) starts to feel like a dusty old frock in a musty trunk in a gloomy attic… Anyway today won’t be too Sunday-ish as I am going out this evening with friends for dinner, so Happy Birthday to me.

22 comments:

Bo said...

Many Happy returns!

I would have had you down as a Pisces, incidentally, as soon as I read your splendid post on booze. Pisceans, Virgoans and Geminis are always the easiest to spot - Pisceans like a drink with a particular kind of single-minded urgency, Virgoans tend to be very tidy, and if you meet an extremely garrulous person, Gemini is a good bet.

Anyway, pisceans generally get a bad press, because it's an immensely complex and subtle sign that is done a disservice by generalisations. The main thing has always seemed to me that for Picses people the irrational is always very close, a sense of roiling chaos behind things, a longing for dissolution and the softening of the hard edges of consciousness. Depending on how well they can integrate this primal urge, they tend to become victim or redeemer, sufferer or saint.

Vilges Suola said...

Thank you very much! Yep, always have been a text-book Piscean, with Virgoans around me who were either boyfriends or whom I would have liked as boyfriends. Re the irrational and chaotic - yes, very much so, and only relatively recently have I decided to try to keep away or tame it, which probably explains the fundie-bashing posts.

Michael said...

Happy birthday, congratulations for making it halfway. (I'm making 100 the end-point.)

I was born on Thursday, and having 'far to go' is more appropriate for me than any of the other ones.

I hope you have a good evening with good food, and I wish another year of great times and interesting stories.

Michael.

Vilges Suola said...

Thanks, Michael! We are going to a Chinese restaurant, my favourite cuisine, along with Thai.

Brad said...

happy birthday guy, we Pisces rock!

Vilges Suola said...

Thanks, Brad!

Mariana said...

Happy birthday! People say all signs are alike, but it's so not true. Astrology is totally prejudiced about certain signs, and poor scorpios are the most badly treated.

Vilges Suola said...

Thanks, Mariana. Are you a Scorpio? 'Determined and forceful
Emotional and intuitive
Powerful and passionate
Exciting and magnetic' !!!

Mariana said...

No, but some of my favorite people are. :) I'm supposed to be a gemini.

R said...

Happy Birthday Steve

Strange though - you always used to be 34 in the old days.

Rob & Chrystalleny & Petros

Vilges Suola said...

The very old days, dystyxws... Pws eisai, Robaki, kala;

R said...

Not too bad thanks.

I'll be 40 in May.

I try to read your newspaper most days.

Vilges Suola said...

You'll always be ten years younger than I am, you jammy sod. I didn't know you read me until I worked out that the feed thingy has you down as coming in from Reading. These stats counters are wildly inaccurate.

Vilges Suola said...

PS Rob, are you still studying Persian? Can you make out any of the lyrics of the Niyaz song posted below?

Fionnchú said...

If you'd been born a day earlier, would that be Feb. 29, a leap year, and thus you'd be but 12 1/2 now? Nearing that halfway (optimistic) mark myself, I wish you all the happy returns of the day now past but still I trust happily tucked into your random-access memory.

Vilges Suola said...

Thank you for the wishes, Fionnchu. I do in fact feel closer to 12 1/2 than I do to fifty!

Argentum Vulgaris said...

Happy Birthday Vilges, sorry I was late, weekend and all that. Story of my life. I hope sincerely to be late for my own funeral...

AV

Vilges Suola said...

Hi, thank you!

R said...

My studies of persian have fallen into remission, I'm afraid.

But I do have contacts - will see what I can do. In fact, I put your song on the other day for fun when one of the contacts was visiting. She commented that it was sung in a strange accent. Would be nice if you could learn a song in country-bumpkin farsi.

Vilges Suola said...

Wouldn't it just. Apparently Azam Ali was born in Tehran, raised in India and now resides in the USA. She says she's too American to be Iranian and too Iranian to be American, a position I can sympathise with.

Anonymous said...

Happy birthday!
The age of 50 can be great -
http://www.whatwasdone.com/Age.php?&Age=50

Vilges Suola said...

Thank you!

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