For my money, NYC’s celebration is just plain tacky compared to THIS… (besides, let’s face it, my balls descended a long time ago) … I actually found a flute to contain some champagne (well, technically ‘sparkling wine’)… I went out and watched, while toasting the odd disoriented motorist who drove by… Crystal clear and COLD here… perfect “let’s blow up the Space Needle” weather!
Seemed to start a few seconds early, but once you light that candle it’s hard to say ‘wait a sec!’… Still quite spectacular and had the desired affect of welling feelings of good will and of wishing happiness to friends and family… and complete strangers too…
Anyway, my very best to everyone who puts up with my madness and occasional glints of (if not brilliance then at least) brightness… Given my seclusionary (delusionary?) nature, New Worlds provides a welcome forum to connect and discourse with BRILLIANT HUMANS… so I sincerely thank you ALL.
Well, here’s to 2011. Let’s all hope (and work) for the BEST!
That’s a heck of a roman candle! I’ve done NYC for NY and Seattle for Independence Day. If the latter is any indication I can imagine they do a good NY as well. Of course, my recollections of both are impaired by my chosen impairments for each.
Have a stupendous New Year Mr. Harbor. ‘Happy’ is far too meager a sentiment. Be great and wondrous.
Max: heard about it… appreciate the gesture, but giggle anyway.
The song? Complete corruption… although Guy Lombardo and ‘His Canadians’ popularised the tune, and SORT of got the point, Bobbie Burns’ original just can’t be topped!
There’s SOMETHING about the old Scots language! When I was in Glasgow many years back, I had some trouble with the speech… until I’d put away three pints o’ the Guinness!… then all became clear!… great blues fans!
I am recalling a very happy moment with my brother. We both had just received ‘MacDuffie’ (“son of the dark faerie”! ;-}) tartan scarves from our Dad… and I’d just received two fifths of Colonsay Isle single malt (from our home island) in the post…
We had a lovely drink up and listened to Captain Beefheart and Tubes… (to avoid argument over his and my own efforts!)
Oh yeah, if you decide to break your ‘pledge for Zen’… at least do it with the GOOD shit! ;-}
Glad I’m not planning a trip over to the isles this month. My pledge is pretty strong, but that irresistible force would very likely overcome my immovable object.
The ‘requirement’ to not drink intoxicants is one of the five precepts, but they’re nothing like commandments, more guidelines. It’s rather controversial exactly where the line should be drawn as you might expect. The wording is ‘I undertake the training to not use intoxicants heedlessly.’ The idea is that the more you’re impaired the less easily you achieve the stillness in meditation that is conducive to awareness. I’ve been flirting with that line quite a bit in the past few months, and my theory is it might be better to start from the point of view of abstinence rather than that of being chronically sloshed (or more likely stoned). Work it back from the light so to speak.