1890: Najinsky. Russian dancer and choreographer.
1921: Gordon MacRae. Oh what a beautiful mornin'
1922: Jack Kerouac. Author of On the Road.
1928: Edward Albee. I've read almost everything this man has written. His work includes the plays The Zoo Story, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, A Delicate Balance, Seascape, Three Tall Women, The Goat, and on and on. He has three Pulitzer prizes.
1946: Liza with a Z. The legend.
1947: Mitt Romney. The 2008 presidential candidate. Liza and I are not pleased about this.
1948: Sweet Baby James.
There's nothing like the sound of sweet soul music
To change a young lady's mind
And there's nothing like a walk on down by the bayou
To leave the world behind
To change a young lady's mind
And there's nothing like a walk on down by the bayou
To leave the world behind
1949: Rob Cohen. Director of such luminous cinematic creations as xXx and The Fast and the Furious.
1953: Ron Jeremy. Yeah, baby.
1962: Darryl Strawberry. Famous when I was a kid for being a Dodger. Famous now for being a cokehead and domestic violence.
1968: Aaron Eckhart. Good birthday. Good first name. And at least one good movie (Thank You for Smoking).
1970: Dave Eggers. Author of the totally badass A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, which begins:
Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the trees calligraphic. Exhaust from the dryer billows out of the house and up, breaking apart while tumbling into the white sky.
The house is a factory.
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