According to the
Islamic Calendar, I turned 34 on Tuesday. I didn't even know to celebrate. It seems that I was born on the 28th day of the last month of the Muslim year, which means that in certain localities with moonspotters lax to start the month and eager to finish it, my birthday might get skipped, which would be a bummer. In any case, I do think it's nice that the 33-year cycle by which the Islamic calendar travels around the Gregorian gets to be embodied at this moment by me.