12/12/12  ..I don’t know why 12 feels comfortable, but it does. .  all day I was thinking of things that come in dozens.. like eggs… and ..bagels and doughnuts.. and .. um..what else … . bakers ?      At dinner Gabe made the sobering pronouncement that  this is the last triple date in our life time.. we had 01/01/01  .. 02/02/02, 03/03/03, …. 11/11/11 (my fave) .. and now 12/12/12  .. but.. alas.. the next go round on that is nearly 100 years from now and I plan on being out of town.. There’s nothing like that little drop of mortality to season your delicious (in our case) dinner of tortellini and miso soup..

As I chewed my 12 noodles and contemplated the cosmos I thought about how numbers rule my life.. I get superstitious.. both good and bad .. on certain numbers. I won’t drink from a glass  unless it’s been filled 3 times..In fact I do many things in threes especially when under stress..  I am afraid of the number 709.. but love the time 911 (my lucky number.. go figure) .. 411 means someones thinking of me.. and 420.. well…. uh….  i like that too .

For what its worth.. this conversation reminds me a logarithmic clock I created a few years back.. (windows only.. I’m afraid)

oops.. gotta go to a late night work call..

Before I do.. let me remind folks about Echo’s 2nd annual ‘That’s Brilliant ‘ event tomorrow night. This years theme is inventions for winter.. Come check it out !

nite all, nite sam

-me