2009: The best of times, the meh of times

Well, here we are again, at the end of another year, in Blogistan and out of Blogistan. How to sum up? With my annual quiz, of course. I fill this quiz in every year, and here’s the 2009 edition.

Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

Well, kinda-sorta. More “kinda” than “sorta”, though. Oh well. I fell of the wagon a bit as far as healthier eating and living over the last couple of months, but that’s easily rectified. I didn’t do nearly enough writing. I never rode my bike to work. So those are all failed resolutions. But I did keep up somewhat on those things, I read a good amount, I watched some really good movies, and I’m very happy with the progress I’ve made at The Store, learning the tricks of my trade. (How odd is it that my day job is one at which overalls would be ideal daily wear…but I can’t wear them because they’re not part of my official uniform! Aieee!)

However, I do plan to do those things and more in 2010. I plan to focus a good portion of my reading and film-watching time on things related to Shakespeare, and I may even launch a new blog to keep track of such things. I plan to cook more, diversifying into some of the ethnic cuisine cookbooks I own; I also plan to rely a lot less on pre-packaged “convenience” items like bagged salad mixes and pre-shredded cheese.

I also resolve to stop listening to old wax cylinders of Gustav Mahler conducting Debussy. As I’m sure that no such wax cylinders exist, I figure this resolution should be easy to keep.

Did anyone close to you give birth?

My sister-in-law gestated and delivered a healthy baby boy in October. Huzzah!!

Did anyone close to you die?

Last year I noted that the Reaper only seems to strike us in odd-numbered years of late. Less than a month later, on January 26, my mother-in-law died. Ugh. And just a short time ago, a very dear friend of ours passed away after a brief fight with cancer. (When I say “brief”, I mean exactly that — diagnosis to death took all of six weeks. It was awful — every time we got an update it was worse than the one before.)

What countries did you visit?

I renewed my acquaintance with Fionavar, Tigana, Arbonne, and Al-Rassan (from the books of Guy Gavriel Kay). I hung out a while in Derry, Maine (via It), and on a whole slew of planets in Pandora’s Star. And many others.

As far as real countries, I went nowhere. We’re making it a sufficiently large pain in the arse to travel in this country that I’ll have to be a lot more affluent before I ever much bother.

What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?

My mother-in-law; more money; a $1000 gift card to Home Depot.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I cited them above, I guess.

What was your biggest failure?

I listed those, too. (And let’s not talk about The Promised King, OK?)

What was the best thing you bought?

The Wii!

Whose behavior merited celebration?

I usually cite The Daughter here, and I see little reason to alter that pattern. I love the way she’s turning out.

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

I was going to launch into a big rant here, but we’ll just say the entire Republican party and the entire Teabag “movement”.

Where did most of your money go?

The usual: my stomach, my gas tank, my creditors, and my bookshelves.

What did you get really excited about?

Buying the Wii! And the inauguration of Barack Obama. (Thus far I give him a B-minus.)

What song will always remind you of 2009?

“In My Life”, by the Beatles, and “Man in the Mirror” by Michael Jackson.

Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?

Both, but more happier than sadder. (Wow, that was some bad grammar.)

Thinner or fatter?

Fatter, but not wildly so — just a few pounds heavier. They’ll come off. Oh yes, they will come off.

Richer or poorer?

Strictly speaking, about the same, I guess…but maybe richer because I’ve started saving money finally? Baby steps and all, on that score.

What do you wish you’d done more of?

Reading, writing, exercising, family stuff.

What do you wish you’d done less of?

Third year in a row: worrying about stuff I can’t control, and controlling the stuff I wasn’t worried about. I also think it’s time to scale back my reading of political blogs and political news. I tire of the whole thing.

I also wish I’d had to replace less ceiling tile at The Store. I just don’t like working with the stuff; ’tis a pain in the arse, and I swear I could do the job wearing a full astronaut’s space suit, and I would still get a particle of tile in my eye.

How did you spend Christmas?

Reading, a little writing, playing Wii, eating, visiting Little Quinn’s grave, and so on.

Did you fall in love in 2008?

My stock answer: I fall in love on a daily basis!

How many one-night stands?

If Sela Ward isn’t going to tell, then neither am I. Tina Fey isn’t returning my calls anymore, I’m sad to say.

What was your favorite TV program?

The Office, Grey’s Anatomy, The Amazing Race, Once and Again, Firefly. (Nobody said I had to limit myself to shows currently running.) We’ve also taken a shining to Castle and The Mentalist.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

As I note each year, I don’t like hate. But there are people who annoy the living heck out of me. To name one, Glenn Beck.

What was the best book you read?

Obviously re-reading Guy Gavriel Kay was a high mark this year. For new stuff, Dan Simmons’s The Terror and Stephen King’s It were high marks.

What was your greatest musical discovery?

I didn’t really do a whole lot of new musical exploration this year, but I dug more into things I either already liked or had already started shifting my opinions of. The big one was my continuing epiphany regarding the Beatles, and my realization that I really like the Bee Gees.

What did you want and get?

I got: a Democratic President, a hammer drill, several different new flashlights, a Wii, tools to do my own oil changes, two new pairs of diagonal pliers (because I wear them out a lot snipping stuff), a belt pouch for tools, a pocket-hole jig, lots of books, a couple of nice travel mugs, a wireless router, a multimeter, bottles of wine and rum and beer that are now long empty, new ornaments for the tree (we’re going to need a bigger tree, kind of like Quint’s bigger boat), some movies, and some other stuff. I also got to sit behind The Wife on an airplane and watch a Canadian guy hit on her; I got up hyper-early for work (at what we like to call “Oh-dark-thirty”) a bunch of times; I got a lot better at the day job; and I even got pied! Not a bad year, actually.

What did you want and not get?

Published. And I didn’t want any, since I have a ton already, but it’s now two years and counting since the last time I bought a new pair of overalls.

What were your favorite films of this year?

Never a good question for me, as I don’t get to the movies much anymore, preferring to wait for DVDs in most cases. The only 2009 releases I saw in 2009 were Star Trek, Up, and The Men Who Stare At Goats. I liked all of these.

What did you do on your birthday?

The Wife and I traveled to the Apple Festival in Ithaca, NY and had a good time. Then we came home and ate Chinese takeout and vanilla bean cake while watching Castle.

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?

No change to report here: I’m still the overalls-clad hippie. (Except during the warmer months, when I’m in shorts.)

What kept you sane?

My friends and my family; wine, beer and rum; books and movies; liberal bloggers.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Robin Tunney (on The Mentalist); Stana Katic (on Castle); and the usual suspects (Gillian Anderson and Sela Ward and so on). My man-crushes on George Lucas and Nathan Fillion continue.

What political issue stirred you the most?

The health care bill, I suppose.

Who did you miss?

Those who died.

Who was the best new person you met?

Lots of folks online — there’s a funky little community of overalls-clad folks gathering, and my policy of “friending” everyone on Facebook who asks (unless I screw up and delete the request in one of my mass-deletion binges, which happens more often than I’m comfortable admitting) has led me to meet some really terrific folks, such as a local actress/singer. Pretty cool. Also, my church got a new pastor after the previous one hung up his robes for good after many years of pastoring. The new guy is frankly terrific, so we’ll see how this goes.

I should also mention all of the fine folks from high school and college with whom I’d lost track over the years whom I rediscovered in 2009, mostly via Facebook. It’s truly wonderful to see how some of these lives have turned out — marriages and children and careers and the like. People I loved back in the day and now I see them again — that is just awesome.

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:

Cut to the waste side. Very important, and one of those basic things that’s best learned the hard way — as in, making your cuts and then discovering that each piece is an eighth-inch too short. Ouch!

And keeping the ones from years past: The Internet is made of people. Punting is for losers. Democracy works, eventually. Not all tears are an evil. Whipped cream is a miracle substance. So is ice cream. Use your library; limiting your reading to only those books you can afford to buy is madness. OpenOffice rules. Buy good tools, take care of them, don’t lend them out, and they’ll last forever. Savory or sweet, eaten or worn, from pizza to apple to coconut cream, pie is wonderful. Screw fashion; if it’s comfy, wear it. We’re not meant to be alone. No object fits in your hand so perfectly as your wife’s hand, and no object fits so perfectly on your shoulder as your child’s head. Let it be, and all you need is love.

And keep smiling, because you never know what life will throw in your face next!

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

My favorite Beatles song, for years, has been “In My Life”. I’ve tended to favor various artists covering it over the Beatles themselves playing it, but I’ve come to appreciate the original a great deal. It’s a great song, and even though it doesn’t relate specifically to anything from 2009 for me, I’m naming it my personal Song of 2009.

There are places I’ll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I’ll love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I’ll love you more

2009: In the books.

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Aftermath of a Gift Explosion

Christmas has come and gone for another year. I like that it fell on a Friday this year; the week had a really nice rhythm to it, with my work week ending on Christmas Eve, so I basically left work, segued right into Christmas, and now have two days of “regular weekend” ahead. That’s pretty cool.

In a bit we’re off to check out a few after-Christmas sales, which ought to be slightly entertaining. We’re also planning to buy a new cabinet/desk for our main computer (for which I also need to find time this weekend to install a new power supply and two sticks of memory), and then go out for dinner later on. Tomorrow? Who knows. We’ll see what we feel like doing.

What did we get for Christmas? I gave the Wife a new ceramic travel mug, a stack of books, and a pearl necklace. The Kid got several books, three new Webkinz (we have an appalling collection of them now), three movies (Harry Potter IV and V, Ever After), and a few small toys. I received a couple of gift cards, an aluminum travel mug from Panera Bread, and a Dinosaur Barbecue cookbook.

And Santa brought the family a Wii. Yeah, that ought to help spike the blogging frequency ’round these parts!

(Content will probably be light until the New Year arrives, but for now, I’ll still be updating a bit. I hope everyone enjoyed the Daily Dose of Christmas.)

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A puzzlement, solved!

Updating my plea for information the other day, I’ve found out — via a friend on Facebook — just what those mysterious decals are. They are truss signs, which are required by law in New York State (and others). They are there to inform firefighters, in the event of a fire requiring them to enter a burning building, of the type of construction used in the building. That information would undoubtedly help them to avoid falling debris, I suppose.

The one pictured in my post indicates “Type II construction, Roof”. I’m not entirely certain what that means, but my guess is that the only trusses to be found there are on the roof, and they’re Type II.

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A Walk in the Woods

Up the ravine

Yesterday I had several hours in the afternoon during which I was alone: The Daughter was elsewhere, and The Wife was at work. So I decided to go back to Chestnut Ridge Park, where we spent some time last week. It’s a place that deserves to be nearer and dearer to my heart than it is, because it’s so beautiful and close and yet I don’t get there all that often.

Chestnut Ridge is a park run by Erie County in the “Southtowns” region, where the terrain starts becoming more hilly as one moves away from the flatlands that surround Lake Erie. The most famous feature of Chestnut Ridge is its giant sledding hill, but it’s a very beautiful natural place, with lots of hiking, riding, Nordic skiing, and snowmobiling trails. Somewhere within its boundaries there is a natural “eternal flame”; that’s high on my list of things to see next year when it starts getting warmer.

Yesterday, I went to a part of the park I’d never been in before. The road follows a ravine to the left, although the ravine is behind a ridge and can’t really be seen from the road. I came to a parking area, where another road split off to the left and went down toward that ravine. The road was gated shut, although quite a few folks were walking past the barries anyway; I suppose the road was only closed to motor vehicles so that the park people could save money by not having to plow it.

That road dropped down to a steel-deck bridge that spanned the ravine. The view above is the upstream side of the bridge; here’s the downstream view.

Just downstream of the bridge

One thing that always amazes are the signs of life, even in the midst of a wintry forest. Such as this sapling:

Sapling - Chestnut Ridge

I was only out there for about an hour, but what a wonderful hour it was!

Eyes forward!

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And it even ran on time!

Medina Railroad at Dusk I

This past weekend the family and I journeyed to the lovely-appearing town of Medina (about forty miles or so due east of Niagara Falls), to tour the Medina Railroad Museum, which is exactly what it says it is: a museum dedicated to the history of freight railroads in the region. It’s a converted rail depot and train station, right in the middle of the village, and the inside is huge and extensive, with the walls of the depot absolutely loaded with rail artifacts and memorabilia, and the center of the depot dominated by the biggest single model railroad layout I’ve ever seen. This layout involves a lot of trains that move through a large series of different topographical tableaus; there are ore trains moving through the mountains, passenger trains moving through a city, long bridges over deep valleys, and all the usual model railroad stuff. There are also displays of railroads from earlier times: steam locomotives and one very tiny Victorian train that went in its own little circle.

And tucked away in one corner, easy to miss, was a little Civil War battlefield, with the Blue and the Grey facing each other across the lines, and one group nearby that had dynamited the nearby train tracks. The detail was amazing.

After the tour of the museum, we boarded the Medina Scenic Railroad for one of those half-hour out, half-hour back excursions through old corn fields, through the towns along the old freight route, and along the Erie Canal. What struck me was the old industrial infrastructure of all those old little towns, where each town had its own factory once upon a time that made something or other; those factories’ ruins are built right up to the tracks for onetime loading and unloading of freight. Now no one sees those loading docks except for the passengers on that scenic railroad. Alas.

I’ve always loved trains, and I wish train travel in this country was cheaper and more prevalent. It just strikes me as more civilized than flight. You really feel like you’re going somewhere when you can watch the ground going by and the towns sliding past.

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Four years

“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone.”

-Red, The Shawshank Redemption

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Stuff I’m thankful for

Cheddar cheese so sharp it makes you pucker
Sesame crackers
Our azalea plant
Our ivy plant
Cats
Get Fuzzy
My blog
Other peoples’ blogs
George Lucas
Star Wars
My dining room table
Klein screwdrivers
LED flashlights
William Shatner
Sela Ward
Mary Stewart’s Arthurian trilogy
Stephen King
The hardware store in my old hometown
The glory years of the Buffalo Bills
Watching Star Trek: The Next Generation every night at college
Surprising The Daughter with a new Webkinz
Ms. Pac-Man
Sergei Rachmaninov
The Beatles
Van Halen
Baked pasta dishes
Pizza
Cookies
Harry Potter
Guy Gavriel Kay
Big, thick poetry collections
Small, artfully illustrated poetry collections
My drill
Fried chicken
Italian sausage
The Amazing Race
Elections
Aaron Sorkin when he’s on his game
Chess
Firefly
The Mentalist
Tasting something good at a restaurant and figuring out how to make it at home
Ice cream at the roadside place down the road
The County Fair
Libraries
JRR Tolkien
Bib overalls
Route 20-A in the fall
Sandals
Using the scissor jack at work
Pies on the table
Pies in the face
Monty Python
Aquariums and science museums
The Origin of Species
Complete collections of Shakespeare
Thick, fuzzy socks in the winter
Eggs
Daniel Craig as James Bond
George Lazenby as James Bond
The Y
My MP3 player
The Daughter learning the string bass
John Williams
Hector Berlioz
Toronto
Roast turkey
Chicken wings
George Carlin
Hayao Miyazaki
Baby Fiona
Little Quinn
The Daughter
The Wife

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Apologia

Well, folks…sorry about the lack of posting the last few days, but the sails have been pretty slack and wind-free. Part of it — quite a large part of it, actually — was the shockingly rapid health decline of a dear personal friend of our family’s, a lovely older woman who took it upon herself to babysit Little Quinn back in the day, before our in-home nursing care arrangements could kick in. We became quite close to her and her husband and remained so the last five years, even through her cancer diagnosis six weeks or so ago. Unfortunately hers was one of those “so late it’s everywhere” diagnoses, and the last week has been a march of steadily worse news until finally, night before last, the news reached its final, awful coda. She’ll be missed.

So, again, sorry for the radio silence. I even missed out on “International Overalls Day”, but…well, I haven’t even been wearing them much this season yet, so who knows.

Anyhow, I can only assume my blogging mojo will return at some point soon.

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Of Tumbling Walls

I don’t remember much about the fall of the Berlin Wall. That is to say, I remember nothing about it.

The event happened when I was barely two months into my freshman year of college. I was trying to focus on studies that were harder than anything I’d known before; I was a member of three musical ensembles and had to practice at least two hours a day anyway; neither I nor my college roommate brought a teevee, so we had none in our room that whole year; I was probably more focused on some girl — there was a blonde pianist I quite fancied at first — and, well, all of the above. So I had only the vaguest notion that the general feeling that had been accruing through the late 80s — that Communism was quickly approaching the end of its shelf-life, aided along by the efforts of Gorbachev — was about to come to a head.

I only knew that the Wall had come down when I went to my first class the morning after, and heard one of my classmates literally say to someone else, “Hey, did you see the news? The Berlin Wall fell.” And for a moment, I remember thinking briefly that it had toppled of its own accord, as if there had been an earthquake or something. The magnitude of the human accomplishment was obvious, though, almost immediately. The feeling that eventually settled in was that it was pretty surreal. It felt as if one night, the world was in its natural state, with two Germany’s and two Berlins, and the next night, that era was over, just like that. No long periods of summit meetings, no signings of treaties to take effect in five years. Just a bunch of people, at long last taking their hammers and crowbars and whatever else they could grab to that immense series of concrete slabs so they could finally start chipping it away.

Anyway, that was my sense of what was going on.

I wonder whatever became of that blonde piano player, by the way….

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