So it’s my birthday. Increasingly, this reminds me of that commercial, where a baby SHOOTS out of the womb, flies through the air, morphs into an adult, ages, then SLAMS into a grave. All in about 20 seconds.

My response? Leave a trail. And — since I recently discovered that the tools to create pages like this were already on my web host — that trail, for me, will be written.

It’s impossible not to feel a little ridiculous, publishing into outer space and not knowing if anyone’s listening, but I’m doing it anyway. ‘Cause seriously, I can feel the wind whistling in my ears as I hurtle along, somewhere between Waaah and RIP.

Besides, the view from up here is pretty cool, and I enjoy writing down what I see, along the way. Only now, they’ll be “published.” Like this photo, and this one, from my friend in Alaska.

Comments are encouraged; they’ll be like birthday presents!