Annus Busillis
2008 is just about finished for me.
This year...what can I say about this year? I feel like it was a crazy year, but was it any crazier than past years? I feel like that's true from my vantage point now, but maybe my opinion will change in later years. So, the year in a single, rambling paragraph:
The year began with a continuing healing process for the events of the previous year (my pinky and the car accident). As the year went on, there were events, movies, parties, and visits to bars. There were conventions attended and run. There was an International Conference, which occupied many brain cycles for the first half of the year. I watched a bittersweet Cornell hockey postseason, a hopeful Cornell hockey beginning of the following regular season, a too short (for me, at least) Cornell lacrosse season, and a burgeoning Ithaca SufferJets roller derby team. I took over USS Accord, but as yet, have failed to effect any real shakeups. (I'm more hopeful for 2009 in that regard.) The money came and the money went. Hope won out over fear when it mattered the most. And then there were the women. Oh, those women, who shuffle me all across the emotional spectrum. And that part never ends; I somewhat expect 2009 to be worse in that area.
And the adventure continues.
Orbis non sufficit.
This year...what can I say about this year? I feel like it was a crazy year, but was it any crazier than past years? I feel like that's true from my vantage point now, but maybe my opinion will change in later years. So, the year in a single, rambling paragraph:
The year began with a continuing healing process for the events of the previous year (my pinky and the car accident). As the year went on, there were events, movies, parties, and visits to bars. There were conventions attended and run. There was an International Conference, which occupied many brain cycles for the first half of the year. I watched a bittersweet Cornell hockey postseason, a hopeful Cornell hockey beginning of the following regular season, a too short (for me, at least) Cornell lacrosse season, and a burgeoning Ithaca SufferJets roller derby team. I took over USS Accord, but as yet, have failed to effect any real shakeups. (I'm more hopeful for 2009 in that regard.) The money came and the money went. Hope won out over fear when it mattered the most. And then there were the women. Oh, those women, who shuffle me all across the emotional spectrum. And that part never ends; I somewhat expect 2009 to be worse in that area.
And the adventure continues.
Orbis non sufficit.