April 4, 1984

Synchronicity?  Serendipity?  Dopey dumb coincidence?

I started re-reading 1984 yesterday, given the political climate and all.  (And also to figure out what happened to Katherine, whom TBogg nailed as a dead-on portrayal of Ann Coulter.)

To refresh your recollection, the book begins with Winston sitting in his apartment in Victory Gardens, barely out of eyesight of the Big Brother "telescreen," and starting to write in a journal, an unpardonable crime.

The date of the first entry?  April 4, 1984.  

Yesterday was April 4.  How weird is that??