New Year

So my timing's off. More ways than one. Following supposed to be a comment somewhere, but mysterious forces repeatedly prevented it.

So.

If the new year began at midnight, it began well in the company of several sweet people I know from Burning Man, in the VIP section before a stage where Beats Antique totally rocked the place to pieces as we danced, danced, danced. And ate mushrooms, but they did shit for me except cause a slight tummy ache. The band had an amazing dance act as an adjunct to the music, first those very sexy coordinated pseudo-belly dancing routines we all love, and then a bunch of weirdos dressed as aliens and writhing about, all under the flashing lights as the violinist sang above the hard tempos and the synthesizers. You know, the usual. :-) Hours later I was escorting my company through the homeless camp that seems a permanent night-time feature of the Civic Center, and around the edges of the Tenderloin to our hotel. The mild winter night seemed to have mellowed everyone.

The day was beach sunshine and ice-cold ocean and crab cakes and conversation. I resolved to do a number of things and if I can remember what they are and do them, 2012 will be an excellent year.