Monday, December 29, 2008

Peas 2008, Smell Ya Never

So apart from the a few traumatic experiences this year (sarah palin, economic breakdown, losing my job, leaving SF), there were things to note.

Honorable mention to Craigslist and eBay for always coming through with concert tickets, clothes, and shoes at all-American low prices that have nothing to do with Wal-Mart!

Despite being a crap year for new music, I would like to thank the veterans for touring: Stevie, Tom, Tina, George. Thanks for saving what could have been a truly lackluster year.

And of course, who can leave this year without thanking the American public for making good on the last 8 years by electing Barack Obama!

As for personals, it was the year I realized I'm old as hell and I'm not quite sure what to do about it.

I went to Honduras, the birth place of my parents, for the first time. Graciously, all the family I'd never met thought I was 18. I learned a third world country is a third world country, and wonder if they will ever catch up. At the same time, I can't help but resent spoiled Americans. Our infrastructure and general level of safety is something not to be taken for granted--ever.

I moved in with a boy. The first batch of my dear good friends were married and now have husbands.

These things have made for a very pivotal, landmark year.

So for next year I wish pragmatic things everyone around the world should have: a steady job with insurance, a home, and health.

Cheers '08! Be nice '09!

I leave you with some sexy animals who wish you all the best in the next year...

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Hell is Cold

You'd thinking having gone to university in Syracuse would accustom me to the bitter cold and snow.

Maybe it has something to do with the human preservation tactic of forgetting the things that bring you down in life.

How could I forget how long it takes to add all those layers on in the morning? Or that I can't walk out with wet hair when the wind makes the air outside feel like 16 degrees. Today, I went to tug the ear flaps on my hat only to be poked with a piece of my own frozen hair. Gross.

So here's a slap of the wrist to Ol' Man Winter. Bugger Off! Go find some other American region to harass.