I rang in the New Year with wine, a hot bath and a newly broken toilet. Yikes!
I also got to hang with Michael W, who was kind enough to let me blow the rest of my Christmas money on Sherlock Holmes and a really superb late brunch at Laurelhurst Brewpub on Hoyt and NW 23rd.
All the blogs are talking about the year in review, the decade in review, a name for the decade and other such markers.
Let me say this about the past ten years:
It was a wash. I graduated college, studied post college, and found myself in one of the shittiest job markets in a supposedly desirable city. I moved to LA and came back due to the cost. And I still found the job market shitty and people desperate and cauht up in the real estate boom, which turned out to be a bust. I did write and edit and learn my craft- which is good. I really should have pushed my work more and perhaps stayed in LA, despite the cost and noise- which is a bad thing to admit.
I saw my home city attacked by planes, and watched symbols of childhood- symbols of a greater world than Brooklyn- burn and burn and burn.
I lost Eric.
Any semblance of fellow feeling from my family was lost. Strangely enough, I am not sorry.
I have worked hard only to see any gain evaporated. I have seen friends build up careers only to move back in with parents or aunts. My fellow writers in LA have to work 2 and 3 jobs just to keep their heads covered.
I have discovered my self to be exactly as the Mother Church has trained me to be- a socially conscious and aware liberal Catholic. When I was 22, I used to say that with a sense of irony. I now say that with a sense of true pride.
It was not all serious.
There were fantastic parties, the best parties when you are hungry and drunk and dancing all night long. There was incredible trips to Canada and Mexico and France and even sneaking into Belize. There were the fiery, poisonous sunsets in LA, and drizzling winters in Seattle and Portland.
There was Barack Obama.
How to describe him, his effect on me and friends and the world? How to describe a guy that made all good things in America seem possible, that hard work and application mean something again? How to describe a man that made you feel smarter 3 minutes after hearing him speak, who made you feel that reason and wit was important again?
You had to be there.
I was. You were there, too.
See, you and me, we were there,
It was not a lost decade, no.
Labels: 2010, Barack Obama, decade in review, degrees of negritude, Hope