Ryan Kanno: The diary of an Enginerd in Hawaii

Write it down in the record books folks, it’s official.

Today was my first official day as a 28 year old, and not surprisingly, it still sucked.

As a child, I can still vividly remember the utmost importance of a birthday. An upcoming birthday meant that you couldn’t sleep for the entire week leading up to the day; the suspense and anticipation were overwhelming.

What presents were you getting? Who was coming to your party? Would it be a large cake?

After all, a birthday was one of only two times in the entire year where you received free $hit from the relatively unknown, or as some might say, the unknown relative. And after the day had passed, the build-up for the next one had already begun.

Fast-forward 20-somewhat years to the present, and instead of finding that young, exuberant child, you’ll find an adult that despises birthdays. An adult exposed to a birthday’s real verities – the pessimistic, underlying fact that you’re now officially one year closer to death.

And with that, Happy Birthday to all!

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If you’ve been keeping up with my banal existence, you’ll know that I received a surprise gyotaku for my soon-to-be birthday. Since I don’t entirely trust my carpentry skeelz, I called up the real Mr. Kanno to come help.

Even though I’m much more educated than my father, it always seems like dads know (and will always know) way more $hit than you do. In any case, half an hour of measuring and drilling through concrete, this was the final result.

(With a glimpse of my moms and pops!)

So P.I.M.P.!

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I was pleasantly surprised with an early birthday gift from a little birdie in San Francisco. Talk about getting punked! I don’t think I’ve ever been so speechless!

Arigato Gozaimasu!

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