Fireworks

[cbertsch]

For some reason, there was a large fireworks display near our house. At first I thought I heard the gunfire I'd been conditioned to expect living in places like Oakland and Vallejo in California. But it was too loud. So I went outside to watch, seeking a brief respite from the taut atmosphere inside the house, where my partner was -- and is -- working on an extremely tedious portion of what is already an extremely tedious task. Even though I was enjoying the show, I still felt bad for her. I often stay up late grading, which hardly qualifies as an activity I derive pleasure from, but it still beats the sort of detail work she's doing right now. And that means that the danger of indoor fireworks is high, as will surely be the case for most of the month to come. It's hardly an auspicious beginning to the new year. On the other hand, there's always the chance that 2007 will turn out to be better than 2006. To be honest, it wouldn't take a lot. While 2006 was marginally better than 2005, both years rank towards the bottom of my list. The period from 1978-1982 was my previous low point, a stretch in which I lost both my paternal grandparents and paternal aunt, had to move from a place I loved to a place I could barely stand, and was forced to attend two new schools at the worst possible time in my adolescence. The last two years have had more happy moments than that period, certainly, but have also been full of professional and personal stress that I was immune to in my junior-high years. At least I've managed to stay healthy so far this winter, which is more than I can say for the previous two. I'm sure my late-night bicycle riding has been a factor, so my first resolution is to continue working to improve my respiratory system through exercise. I should probably take a break tonight, though, given the likelihood of there being inebriated drivers on the roads. Stay tuned for my "Year in Music," which I will be posting later today. And, lest I forget, "Happy New Year!"

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[flw.livejournal.com]

I would absolutely LOVE to join you on a late night bike ride in 2007. I must warn you though, that you would probably blow my doors off. My bike doesn't have doors, I meant it figuratively. I am not in super bike riding shape. I think two sets of eyes (and blinkers) on the road at night beats one set. I wouldn't want to ruin your ride, if you had a speed thing going...

Happy New Year. 2006 was (hands down) the calmest and least stressful year of my life. I am learning to live without the stress (and excitement) of crisis after crisis. The hard part is: Don't create crisises. Also, avoid spelling the plural of crisis.

One thing I've noticed now that I am not young is that exercise makes a HUGE difference in how happy and content I am. I am really very angry at my gym teachers in High School for whom exercise and sports where methods for filtering the weak from the strong, and excuses for the strong to humiliate the weak. I wasn't among the weak, but witnessing the... uh... Dialectic (am I using that rightly?) go down made it seem like Hell to be on either side of it. Why the Hell would I want to be a jock? They're such assholes! The gym teachers should've been emphasizing becoming familiar with your body and your breathing and learning to recognize when you are pushing yourself and when you are injuring yourself... all those things I had to learn on my own without any help. All those guys did was side with the jocks in the game of humiliate the nerds. And they have this great potential to teach meaningful life-long lessons.

Give me two more, scumbag!

[tommix.livejournal.com]

People fire guns in this part of Tucson, lest you think that we’ve has somehow escaped this time-honored tradition, but as with most Friday and Saturday nights, the gunfire started at 10:00 continued through past 12:00.

Why don’t more people die from gunshots in Tucson? I hear scary gunfire on most weekends, yet there never seems to be reports of people dying – it doesn’t sound like shooting in the air, like on New Years.