Yesterday, your tardy correspondent just discovered, was Sharyn’s birthday, which is an extremely cool thing. On her LiveJournal (which I can’t post to), she asks the birthday question: tell me something about myself. Hmmm. Well, she has great taste in books, is smart and funny, and is disarmingly direct, but that isn’t what I’d choose to tell her. I think I’d say that she lives more fully than most other people I’ve met, is more completely and passionately herself. I can’t imagine Sharyn wanting or pretending to be anyone other than Sharyn. And that is cool. Happy Birthday.