From my baby-book, written by my mother:

Saturday March 15 1975He decided he liked sitting in his chair for a while each day on March 15 1975.

I think this must be a prelude to what I’ve come to enjoy as an adult: beginning the day with a cup of coffee, sitting at the table, looking outside, or otherwise quietly composing my thoughts. At the point this was writen I was a month and half old.

Eleven years later, I wrote this in my first attempt at keeping a diary:

Saturday 15 March 1986You know, I was trying to break world records today. Very good like all my Saturdays are.

I don’t remember what world records I was trying to break. Possibly something involving jumping. One shouldn’t picture anything worthy of note, but rather something foolish, pathetic and yet charming due to it coming from an 11 year old’s jouissance.

Ten years after that – and ten years ago – on 15 March 1996, I wrote:

Friday 15 March 1996. I slept in accidentally, and missed Applied Ant.¹ I went to linguistics, but was late. E² and I went to the communications lab. After, I told D³ that I needed a transcription, she said come back around 2:30. So, from 1.30 to 2 I talked with M⁴ on the 5th, they then had to go, so I waited around for D, who bothered me by standing too close and invading my personal space. Then I went home, and hanged out with S⁵, did my laundry, and talked with W⁶ who came for K⁷, who wasn’t home yet. After [they] took off I killed time until 5:40 when I went to see J⁸ at work. We talked, and I took off around 7, and she told me she might see me later at the Seahorse, where I went around 10:30, because I was supposed to meet Ba⁹ and Br¹⁰ there. I saw none of them, so I left at ten to twelve after two draught and went home and worked on my journal entry.

This alphabet of first initials consists of these letters:E, D, M, S, W, K, J, B & B. I plugged those into an anagram generator and they gave me a list of words including: bed, webs, desk, skew, sew, jew, and bmw. Nevertheless, I’ve been reduced to this alphabet perhaps due to the mistaken notion that I’m protecting the identities of those involved. Note 1: Applied Anthropology class, which I was studying at Saint Marys. Note 2: a classmate with whom I was doing a project (I think). Note 3: My professor, who a friend of mine (now a lawyer) thought was a milf, although we didn’t have that term at the time to describe her that way. Note 4: M, a girl on the 5th floor of the residence. S, the subject of Note 5, was one of my roommates, and the other roommate was Note 7, Mr. K. Mr. W, Note 6, I don’t remember. J, Note 8, was a girl I was quite fond of, which is a bit of understatement considering I was all in love with her. Love at first sight is both embarrassing and real. She was mean to me and became a lesbian and if I saw her again today, I’d fully expect her to continue being mean to me, her bitchiness both a part of her nature and one of the reasons I was attracted to her in the first place. Or perhaps she’s nice now, in which case it’d be nice to drink wine with her and catch up. Notes 9 and 10: the B-boys: friends from when we lived in the same residence.

Eight years later, on Mon. 15 March 2004 I sat where I’m sitting now, and using the same computer I’m using now, I bought my webspace, having acquired the goodreads.ca domain name the week before.