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When I was younger, Dad drove me and my sister from Germantown, Maryland to Vineland, New Jersey (as he did every two weeks, as per the separation agreement that was between my parents predicted) and as always, Mandi fell asleep in the back seat of a rusty, red, 5-speed as Dad and I drew math formulas on the windshield while driving the Jersey Turnpike. On one of those trips, Dad explained the magic of nines.

Having reached my 4th (magic 9), and having been born on the 4th, I feel closer to my Father than when I was riding in that car so many years ago. But I recognize that it was he who gave me the reasoning to recognize it. My Mother gave me passion and respect to balance it - she gifted me the soulful and compassionate thought my father never had, but with my father's gifts of theory and logic, I was able to understand it.

Thank you to both of you. I know now that I am a TRUE product of, and happy to be the multiple and not the sum of the parts.

What's both funny and freaking scary is that I am older now than he was when he was trying to be a Father to me and my sister. Jesus, hadn't you guys ever heard of condoms? At 36, I am still only imagining the concept of children. But I'm glad you didn't (use them). As Mandi was adopted, I guess it doesn't matter much for her - lol. Four times nine and you can still be a mean brother. So much for Mom's lessons of compassion. But all of us would laugh. (Or, at least I do now.)

Jeepers! I just realized that my Sister is older now than Dad was then too. And that I forgot her birthday this year. Sorry, Mandi. I love you, (even though you were adopted and have "big feet"). But as you were adopted, your "actual" birth date is a bit sketchy anyway. Hugs and Kisses. Love, Raymond.

While calculating the power of nines, I played: Nine Million Bicycles from the album "Piece By Piece" by Katie Melua.

PS: There was a reason I choose to get engaged on May the 27th. I am so bad at dates, I thought I would just "stack* them, making them easier to remember. So if Randy would be so kind as to switch his special day to one that matches the rest of the family's, that would be much appreciated. And if we could just all agree than Mandi was born on January 1st, 1975, that would be great. Oh, yeah! Mom, you've been moved up two days to the 27th and Mommom's now falls on Thanksgiving Day, along with Glyn's and Lisa's. If we could all convince Sandy toward the 27th of May, New Year's Day or Thanksgiving, that would work beautifully. Evan's will fall nicely on Leap-Year. Thanks for understanding. I think we'll all be much happier this way.

PPS: I, of course, as the eccentric, egocentric, self-abosrbed, self-important, prodigal child will continue to keep the very special date of October 4th as my birthday, which is where Sybille will be having hers from 2007 on. Mark your calendars and see you next year!

PPPS: Dad, I hope you got all of the math references. So, laugh, laugh, laugh. Or, "send more money". Much love, Raymond. Thank you.

So,..I discovered this nasty little thing called iTunes Essentials and my wallet screamed in pain.  But how could I not go crazy?  It had all the things that I was hoping my/our little company would do - offer baskets full of tunes that represent a genre of music.  Say, for example, you wanted to check out the "new" punk scene while respecting the ones that carved the path: enter The Punk Set, and so on.  iTunes has done a great job of it too, by offering 3 levels of depth and a 4th that includes all their picks.  My two complaints are: (1) I don't exactly need every song in the list as it duplicates a few already in my library, and iTunes doesn't give you a method to de-select the ones you don't want; and (2) they don't give you a discount for purchasing the whole basket.  That would be nice.  But, a few hundred dolla' later and I'm set for my next party, backyard bash, etc.  Way cool. :-)

While searching for more "essentials" I played: Hey Jealousy from the album "New Miserable Experience" by Gin Blossoms.

For me, the golf swing has been demystified, thanks in large part to AJ and a simple little twist of the wrist. Not that's what AJ teaches, but after watching his video (yeah, I got suckered into an infomercial pitch) I learned a little extra about my swing and how I could improve it.

Boy, did it wreck it perfectly acceptable swing! My swing isn't perfect, but I can count on it to do what I ask about 80% of the time. With AJ's help, I converted a fade into a dead hook vs. the slight draw I was hoping for. Maybe in time I will learn to add the “twist” with less drama, but until then, I'll stick with 80%.

Thanks to sunny Florida's ultra affordable car insurance rates, we've been able to pickup a second (and well needed) car. Unbelievably, the combined insurance premiums on both cars (including the fancy, luxury sports car) is less than what I was paying for just the SUV in New York - like 20% less.

So, check out the fun new picassohead picture I did of Ursa the cat. She's contemplating the bugs - one of her favorite sports. If you would like to create your own virtual Picasso painting, stop by mrpicassohead.com and make your own. Its a good way to kill twenty minutes (or even an hour or two).