Ringing In

New Year's Day. Smell of roast pork from the oven; football on TV. Dodging advertisements for "Lost."

Last night at Hope and Anchor's party:











Good fun; a happy crowd. At one point someone sang "Tubthumping,"
and I was singing along from my barstool with the rest of everyone, and around about the third or fourth time blasting through the chorus I suddenly thought of Spalding Gray. If you're going to stop in the middle of a new year's party and reflect on absent friends, you might as well reflect on Spalding Gray, I suppose. And then go tell some stories of your own.

Cold and rainy when we got up this morning; sunny later when I got out and took the title photo, and met Dean and Lori out walking. And then the dark closed in early, with USC beating a Big Ten team and a return to the drudgery awaiting tomorrow. Same as it ever was.

Song of the day is "Tubthumping," obviously. And "On a Good Day" by Ned Massey, just because.