My father recently told me that when I was a kid (maybe eight or nine?) this guy was my babysitter. I actually think he’s a great writer. Now that I know of the connection, maybe I’ll try to contact him again. (Already struck out on Facebook and LinkedIn.)

I turn 40 tomorrow. Others in my situation have celebrated by obtaining a new set of golf clubs, a sports car, or a mistress. I got myself a new blog and a facebook page. (I started with a MySpace page, but I was quickly informed by my sister Sarah that MySpace is for “pedophiles, stalkers, and twelve-year-old prostitutes.” So I went to facebook.com instead.)

I already have one blog, so why another? I’ve decided to focus my other one (The Schlog) on technology and other business issues related to my company, SCHRAG Inc. My reasoning is that most people who want to hear what I have to say about technology have no interest whatsoever in anything else that’s on my mind. I call this one The Schrug because, you know, whatever.

May has been and continues to be an eventful month here.

May 1: My aformentioned sister turned 18. (She’s off to Oberlin in the fall.)

May 4: I underwent surgery at the Faulkner Hospital to reconstruct my anterior cruciate ligament. I injured the ACL playing basketball four years ago, but it wasn’t until this past winter that I decided it was worth operating on. The surgery was performed by Dr. Andreas Gomoll, and as far as I can tell he did a great job. I’m already able to walk without crutches (albeit in a calf-to-thigh brace) and there has been very little pain.

May 5: My mother’s birthday. The first one without her. Emily Fenichel would have been 65. My stepfather maintains an on-line memorial.

May 11: My brother Zachary and his wife Rebecca celebrated the birth of my niece, Nora Emily Schrag. (I can only pray that Nora’s older brother Leonard will be nicer to her than I was to my younger brother Zach.)

May 13: Not only is it my birthday, but it is Mother’s Day as well. This was never a particularly noted event in the Schrag household when I was young, but this year it has additional poignancy. Additionally, my cousin Ariel Schrag’s book gets reviewed in the New York Times.

May 16: My maternal grandmother’s birthday. The first one without her as well. Sophie Davidson would have been 97. She died in her sleep last December.

May 17: My 10-minute play, Not On My Watch, premieres at the Devanaughn Theatre’s Dragonfly Festival in Boston. (For more details, see the announcement in The Schlog.)

May 20: Not On My Watch is featured at the Boston Theater Marathon. (For a description of both festivals, see this write-up in the Boston Globe.)

May 25: I travel to New Orleans for a conference on disaster preparedness for small businesses.

I’ll do my best to keep this space interesting going forward. Let me know if you have any special requests.