While there’s a silent and noble thing about watching Regis Philbin ring in the New Year, there’s an even more silent and noble thing: carrying a clawfoot bathtub filled with champagne and marshmallows from one New Year’s Eve party to another… if only the second party had been appreciative of such a gesture. Anyway, possibly the most memorable New Year’s Eve I’ve had in a few years, and a promising beginning to 2005. I’ve made the usual round of resolutions (maintaining vegequarianism not one of them, as I failed miserably at that in December about five times), including: learning guitar, becoming a volunteer DJ on KBCS, and pledging to visit New York City, Chicago, Charlotte, Vancouver, San Francisco, and London. There’s also this tribute CD I want to finish before what would have been my Dad’s 60th birthday on May 24th, and at the very least, that IS going to happen. And eating better — a delivery service that goes beyond Pioneer Organics, and actually takes the time to make the meals with all-organic and sustainably-sourced ingredients: Delicious Planet.
Mortie, Mortie: He's no shorty, Mortie.