- There’s a huge end-of-year music review in this week’s Birmingham Weekly — some predictable, some not so much so, and some that I wrote, too.
- Looking back, I’m not sure how I feel overall about the past year. Things changed, and at the time, I thought that they were changing for the better, but now I think that they were changing to remain the same. Which is to say, all the progress I made towards the person I want to be by and large fell by the wayside this year. Familiar and comfortable patterns re-emerged, and I didn’t recognize many of them until too late.
And so perhaps, this year, armed with awareness, I can focus on reversing the reversal of that trend. I can step away, hopefully, from the comfortable — and in this case, comfortable is not good, in the sense of what I want, at least in the long term — and back into the unknown.
I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions, but I’m a little caught up in it this year. And so I have one — one only, and that’s all you get:
In 2006, I’ll do it better.
- Manicures are something I could easily get behind… It’s like fucking Pringles. Or crack cocaine.
- Today, next to last day of the year, finally felt like a vacation. And a spring one, at that — driving through Homewood to Neely’s house, I was so strongly reminded of another place — Chicago, to be specific, but it could have been any other place, a better place, somewhere that I belonged.
I feel more like myself today than I have in a very, very long time. And I think that maybe that translates into knowing that things are turning around, that good things are on the way.
- Out of all the things in the world that I could choose to have go right, the car was definitely the fortunate thing to fall into place. I still have plenty of places in my life that can use better things, but none of them are holding me down or back. And the car — well, it’s nice to know (perhaps even tempting) that I can hit the road at any time, and head to wherever it is that I’m headed.
Happy New Year to everyone. Be safe headed into 06.
Dairy of a Madman
Moooo.
