I have a funny relationship to “Auld Lang Syne” since that’s the tune my alma mater is sung to. (Yes, really.) So the tune dredges up memory atop memory atop memory of the perfume of Old Crow and Coke, an Oxford shirt and a tie, and swaying tipsily with my arms around my friends’ shoulders on autumn Saturdays. Not so much with the confetti and champagne in the wintertime. But still…
I want to put aside the post that I should have done last night that went something like “Do you KNOW that in the past week I’ve dreamt about at least half of the people in my blogroll? How’s that for withdrawal?!?” and “Five below without the wind chill?? Okay, now I remember why we moved south.” and “The roads were so bad when we left that Dys’s dad loaded Dys and Boy and followed me in the car for the first hundred miles.” I’ll shunt that aside and look back on the year that was.
Why the hell do we save all this stuff up? All of my triumphs and failures and high-fives and misgivings over the past year, when stacked together, would require WAY too much alcohol to properly put to bed. I saw Andy Rooney bitching about the New Year on 60 Minutes the other day (this is what happens when you crash in a moderately cranky 60-year-old dude’s house) and I have to admit, his idea that we celebrate the new year on September 1st isn’t a bad one…but better yet, why store it all up? Why not screw the new year entirely, and celebrate New Month Eve every 28-30 or so? Live a little more in the present? Keep up the continuity of life? Keep it all to a scale in which one good drunk can encompass the whole shebang?
Well, no, that’ll probably never fly. But it’s worth a thought, and possibly an old college try.
2009 was a funny year for me. I flirted quite strongly with a career change (and I still think I would have been great at it) before re-committing to my current one. It’s been a fantastic year with the boy, who is steadily growing to be a more interesting companion with each passing day. The blog here…well, I tried the Blip FM thing for a while before neglecting it utterly, but on the other hand, this has been the year that the radio show has been gloriously resurrected and that’s been a whole lot of fun for me, and I hope others as well. (Speaking of which, for those of you who always say “I forgot!” it’ll be NEXT THURSDAY NIGHT!)
Generally, though, the blog has stagnated a bit, mostly because I haven’t had the same time and energy to put into it that I did in the previous year, mostly because the demands on my time both at work and at home continue to increase. I think I also sort of lapsed into “Dear Diary” mode more so than philosophizing or using it as a creative outlet or just plain makin’ with the funny. I hope to do a little better with that in the coming year…even if I decline to hold myself to some unrealistic standard of everyday perfection. It may be that my creative drive will find more of an outlet through my music as this year goes by, and if that’s the case, I’ll be ecstatic as I use this space to share it. Still, y’all know better than to think I’d actually fucking SHUT UP for a while. I’ll do what I do, and try to do better, and that’s good enough. The Tao will find its way to me better than I can find my way to it.
What I’ll mostly remember about this year, I think, is that I was able to better get to know a tiny handful of people who end the year closer to my thoughts and my heart than they began it. In that regard, I have to say that I’ve been a very lucky man.
May you all find yourselves in the thoughts and hearts, and preferably in the presence, of the people closest to yours this evening. Let old acquaintance never be forgot.