reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
So 2006 was good. I persist in my opinion that every year, my life gets increasingly better -- maybe not quantifiably, but I go new places, meet new people, try new things. New replaces old, goals crumble with achievement or neglect, but no matter what they're replaced by new dreams and ideas. It was yet another year, 365 different chances to make an idiot of myself and, along the way, stumble backwards into some semblance of happiness. I took more chances this year than the last, and the same the year before. Maybe that's the way in which life improves.
New Year's is my favorite holiday. It's shiny and sweet and full of a whole year's promise of good and bad. It's also the only holiday that is traditionally celebrated with slutty clothes and booze. My tube top this year is red. May it be a sign of things to come.
Be safe, y'alls, and have a delightful night. A delightful new year. We all fall down.