“Auld lang syne” translates as “olden times” or “days gone by.” But I just found out that it’s also the Scots equivalent of “Once upon a time” (or, if you really want to stretch it, “In a galaxy far, far away”).
Last year, I spent New Year’s Eve with friends in Palm Springs. At some point, a list of resolutions made the rounds and I wrote, “Finish my novel.” I don’t know what happened to that piece of paper, if they burned it or laminated it or made it into an origami swan, but that may be the first (the only?) resolution I’ve ever kept.
This has been a magical year. I finished my book, got a wonderful agent, got a book deal. I couldn’t be more glad and grateful, and it feels very right that, when midnight rolls around, I will start the New Year singing, “Once upon a time.”
I actually don’t hate Christmas music. “Jingle Bell Rock” used to make me want to do murder, but I guess the brainwashing is complete because it’s grown on me in recent years. That said, I also like a hefty dose of melancholy with my holiday cheer. (Do I feel like dancing or drowning myself in the punchbowl? Hard to say.)
These are two favorites from this year’s Christmas playlist:
Winter Song by Ingrid Michaelson and Sarah Bareilles
All that I Want by The Weepies
I like so few people that when one of them leaves town (for bloody Baltimore of all places), it completely wrecks me.
Gamynne Guillote and I have been friends since we were kids. She’s a brilliant artist/architect/bon vivant, one of my favorite co-conspirators and an ideal violet hour drinking companion.
When I found out that she was leaving Los Angeles for the East Coast, we decided to hang out as much as possible. What an incredibly stupid strategy. Now I’m going to miss her that much more.
GG and me at the October Mindshare event.
I like to acquire beautiful objects. I know I should shed the trappings of this mortal world, but well… I’m very, very shallow.
A winged scarab brooch made with a real beetle and a vintage Victorian mourning pin. Created by Michelle Harris of Once Lost Jewelry.
… than the first blog post?
It all feels very post-apocalyptic to me, like I’m that grizzled guy broadcasting from a bombed-out trailer park, playing ironic end-of-the-world type records, and saying things like, “If there’s anyone else out there on this godforsaken rock, keep the faith, you miserable bastards.”
Or maybe I’ve just been spending too much time with the Apocalypsies.
So, for my first blog post, I thought I’d share these cyberpunk goggles I got for Christmas, courtesy of Eric X.
Pouty fishface not included.
Keep the faith, you miserable bastards.