Tabula Rasa

Happy New Year!

I had an enjoyable New Year’s Eve in SoHo. The host lives in this huge loft by herself. Two bathrooms, even! I met lots of Yalies; had a couple of potent mixed drinks and some rose champagne; hung out with Dan, my Buffy-tape donator who invited me to the party; and generally had a good time.

At around 2 in the morning, Dan and I left the party and walked all the way up to the 9th Street PATH station after unsuccessfully trying to hail a cab. The train came just as we got to the station, which was a wonderful stroke of luck. We sat down in the front car.

As the train pulled into the next stop — the Christopher Street station — there was a small explosion directly behind me and Dan, just outside the train car. I saw sparks and red and yellow smoke. The motor of the train turned off. Within a few minutes, about ten police officers had come down to examine the scene. Everyone in the front car had to get off.

After a few minutes of strangeness, we were on our way again. Um… okay.

So I guess 2002 started with a bang.

I haven’t been doing much today. I’ve read the paper, done the crossword. Right now I’m watching a rerun of the very first episode of “90210” on FX. It’s from the fall of 1990. Man, remember how cool that show used to be?

And tonight… FX begins rebroadcasting all the Buffy episodes from the beginning! Two shows a night! I bought a bunch of blank videotapes yesterday. I’m gonna watch them all from the beginning, and I’m gonna build me a library.

As for New Year’s resolutions:

I think Beau’s New Year’s resolution is a good example to follow — “be better.” Always a good thing. I will try to do the same, as well as the following:

Continue trying to live life to the fullest. Make good memories. Worry less. Continue working on my New York social life. Meet more people. Go on more dates. Try to talk to more people at bars.

Also, try to reintegrate myself into the gay blogging circuit. I haven’t been very good at this over the last few months. It was easier when I could sit at work and click my way around the Web all day; in my current job, I can’t really do that, my Web destinations being monitored and all. So I’ve fallen behind in much of my blog reading. But I want to try to become more a part of that community again.

Anyway — welcome to the second palindromic year in eleven years. It’s been about a thousand years since two palindromic years have been this close together. And speaking of fun with years, did you know that we haven’t had a year with four different digits since 1987, and that we won’t have another one until 2013? Totally insignificant in the scheme of things, but interesting anyway.

So, a new year. A blank slate. A tabula rasa. Twelve empty months ahead, 365 empty days to be filled. Who knows what will happen? Who knows whom you’ll meet? What you’ll do? Where you’ll go? How you’ll grow? When we ring in 2003 a year from now, what new people will you have in your life? What moments will you remember most? What new things will you have learned? What new things will you have experienced? How will this year be defined?

Nobody knows!

Exciting, isn’t it?