Thursday, May 5, 2005
Pentamerism
1
. Five-five. P., a friend and colleague at my old U. sent me an email the
other day wishing me a happy birthday. Feliz cumpleanos! She told how Smartie,
the cat
she adopted when we moved away from KC, was doing , and how things were swell (to my relief, not
swollen) at old U. So on and so on. Somewhere in there she showed the date
as 05-05-05.
2. I spent five hours on the fifth floor of SU's Hall of Languages, sitting in on the Writing Program's spring symposium.
3. At 55 minutes to five, I was in my office, readying to make my way up to the program office where I would collect end-of-semester projects from the drop-box before walking five blocks home. Five taps on the door. Five percent of my students this semester wish to turn in a late project. But it's my birthday; shouldn't I be one doing the wishing?
4. Fifty-five minutes ago, D. said, "The cake will be done in five minutes." (Vanilla w. cream cheese frosting.) This snazzy new leather office chair I got as a gift: five-tined base, five dual-action casters. And there were five cards (including three e-cards!) from friends, and five cards from family. I'm not making this up.
5. Donna, whose name, like mine, has five letters, also has a birthday today. Along with Kenneth Burke, Karl Marx, Ann B. Davis.... In extended, I've linked to a drawing I took five minutes to cobble together the other day of the Burkean dramatistic model. It looks something like a multi-flavored cake.
[I've date-stamped this entry to maximize the five-ness effect.]
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