We got our first snow in Brooklyn last night, as many did on the East Coast. It was pretty light. These pictures are from last year’s record-breaking Blizzard they called “Jonas.” (The effects on the second one were automatically added by Google’s Photo App).
2017. It’s here. “I can’t believe it’s 2017,” I’ve said to .. pretty much everyone, and almost everyone has concurred. No one has said, “It seems right and good that it’s 2017. Here it is, right on time.” 2017 seems pretty close to being a year in a Sci-Fi film in which something momentous and possibly devastating occurs. The older I get, the busier I get, and the faster the years fly by. I guess that’s something an old person would say. I should watch that, ’cause I’m not old yet, though sometimes I feel like it.
Anyway, Happy New Year. For last New Year’s Eve — that is, one year ago, I went to the Hamptons with a group of people, most of whom I did not know. They were friends of my friend Sean’s new girlfriend Rachel (new at the time; they’re married now), and Sean invited me along so that he’d know somebody besides his girlfriend. It was a fun time. We ate a lot, played games, journalled (we were all Christians; Christians like to journal) and did the polar plunge — that is, we jumped into the freezing cold Atlantic with a couple of hundred locals. After we got home and warmed up we had a dance party and then watched the ball drop on Ryan Seacrest’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. That was the weekend I developed an appreciation for Taylor Swift.
Usually I do want to see friends on New Years, and I want to stay up past midnight to make noise and celebrate. But this year, for the first time in a long time, I felt no inclination to be with people on New Year’s Eve, or to stay awake until midnight. I felt like spending a quiet evening alone and that’s what I did. I was in the mood for some good old cheesy-but-not-terrible Sci-Fi and searched this list of top 100 Sci-Fi films until I found the 1956 classic “Forbidden Planet,” which fit the bill perfectly. It features a deadly serious Leslie Nielsen before he realized his true calling as the straight man in a dozen or so 80’s spy and cop spoofs. (I’ve also seen a more earnest Nielsen in a Columbo or two).
I haven’t posted here in the past two years, and I’m hoping to post more this year. I’ve written before about and marveled at how Seth Godin blogs every day. How does he have the time? How does he resist the urge to edit everything to death? Well, I recently read an interview where he said something like, “If you have time to watch TV every day, then you have time to blog every day.” And while I don’t watch TV every day, I take his point. I certainly can take the time to post *something* each day, even if it’s not perfect or even that coherent.
So I’m going to try to post one thing each day in January, even if it’s just a photo (I take a picture of something almost every day).
(not sure why these photos are so small. I’ll try to fix that tomorrow).
Here’s a picture I took yesterday just about dusk, of a lamp post emerging from a nest of London Plane tree roots.
According to this article, 15% of all NYC street trees are London Planes. I wouldn’t be surprised if the percentage is higher in Brooklyn. My neighborhood (Ditmas Park, sometimes called West Flatbush or Midwood) is full of them.
There are London Planes in this pic of my street from the first big snow we had in January of last year.
The New York City Department of Parks and Recreation logo features a London Plane tree leaf. Here’s a good example from sign at Coney Island. I think they were repairing the boardwalk.
Well, that’s all for tonight. If you’re reading this, thanks, and See you soon, I hope.