Studio 54 - A temple of the disco age, late 70s

54, that is, if you prefer to use your ten fingers to count (when you are not texting);  2000 in ternary, for thrills in threes:  Trios, trinities, troikas, ménage à trois, or the third-time charm, as Goldilocks would attest.

For the mathematically advantaged, my newly attained age – after considerable effort and years of patience – exudes an aura of optimism:  two 27s (3 × 3 × 3), no nines (3 × 3), no threes, no ones (no ifs, ands, or buts).  Twice as vigorous as at 27 or twice as naïve?  Certainly just as studious (in graduate school at 27).  And, while the rear-view mirror is catching my eye, the road ahead is begging for spirited driving.

I just turned 54.


AfterwordWikipedia is informing me that my age now matches the number of colored squares on Rubik’s cube, and is intimately associated with the Golden Ratio (2 sin[54o] = ϕ).  Who would have thought…

LG Alexander, Practice and Progress, early 1970sThey were all there:  Giuseppe Moldova and Riccardo Brabante, two of the leading growers of Calabria, smiling in front of the TV camera with satisfaction as they were making expressive hand-gestures in typically Italian manner;  Mrs Brabante herself, who graced the event with her presence, filling the TV screen with her voluptuous figure;  and two – of the many – workers, almost breathless from exhaustion, as they had worked day and night gathering and threshing the year’s crop.  Signor Fratelli – “Il Campione” – was there too, content at the highest echelon in the pantheon of macaroni-eating contest winners;  and LG Alexander in the flesh, pen at hand, ready to write one more text.  They all started dancing in front of me, as BBC remembered today the old April Fools’ Day joke that forty years ago pestered a young Greek student of English – transported in the macaroni fields of Calabria for both Practice and Progress.

Sailing the Ionion on Alkyoni, Summer 2013Με πλήρη επίγνωση των περιορισμένων δυνατοτήτων μου, και έμπλεος χαράς αφάτου εν μέσω της αγνοίας μου, θα προσπαθήσω να επιτύχω τον ιστορικό συμβιβασμό – δίκην ασκούμενου μάγου – ανάμεσα στην προσεκτική σέκτα “του Ασκού” και την φραστική φράξια “των Ασκών”.

Είτε “Ασκός” είτε “Ασκοί”, δεν πρόκειται για κυριολεκτική φράση.

Όπως, ξερωγώ, “Τα μάτια σου τέσσερα!”
(Δεν εννοεί της κουζίνας, προφανώς.)

Ή “Έχει ωραία γάμπα.”
(Μα μία;)

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In case you haven’t noticed, lists of “30 Things Turning 30 in 2014″ are springing up on the web.  Yes, it’s been thirty consecutive rounds since the year famously dreaded by Avril Blair’s big brother (George Orwell to the world).

I took a giant leap across the pond that year, “for three-year graduate studies”…

Got my first bite of a big Mac.

Just as two Steves launched the Mac, “the computer for the rest of us“.

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Λίγες μέρες πριν κλείσω τα 51, η Καθημερινή με ξάφνιασε ζητώντας μου να συνεισφέρω τις απόψεις μου στην Πατριδογνωσία, την ωραία στήλη που επιμελείται κάθε Κυριακή η κ. Άννα Γριμάνη. Αντιμετώπισα την πρόσκληση με δέος, καθότι ήξερα πως η στήλη είχε φιλοξενήσει στο παρελθόν αρκετούς επώνυμους, πολύ περισσότερο κατάλληλους από μένα να απαντήσουν στις ερωτήσεις της Πατριδογνωσίας. Διαβάστε τη συνέχεια »

25 December, 2010Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there was a big New Year’s Eve party.  There were lots of PhaseBook friends in it, dressed nicely with lots of exclamation points and cheerfully exchanging links with each other.  A big party house it was, with plenty of room to chat.

“Seven fat years, then seven lean years; rinse, repeat”, commented Joe Chef, a financial analyst and amateur plumber.

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Θρέμμα-γέννημα, παλιός Καλλιθιώτης
χρόνια τώρα της μνήμης δεσμώτης.
Σπιτικό πια στο Χιούστον,
μα γλυκό σαν ακούω τον
σκοπό μιας απόμακρης νιότης…

*Με αφορμή Το λημέρι με τα λιμερίκια


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