Happy New Year!

So I’m 30 years old and it’s 2004. Where’s my fucking flying car?

On Tuesday night, I’m pleased to say, I finally got to meet David of Abstract Nixon. He was visiting New York, and he met up with me, Matt and Mike for dinner and drinks. He’s so friendly (and quite the flirt, which I wasn’t expecting…). Several times during the evening, he pulled out his camera — no digital camera, either, but a big old-fashioned mechanical camera, with a separate flash device. I almost expected him to pull out a tripod out of his bag, too. He kept clicking away, so I hope he managed to get some good photos of us. Anyway — it was such a pleasure to finally meet him after reading his site for so long. He’s a terrific guy and I think we all had a terrific evening.

So, it’s a new year. A tabula rasa, a blank slate. Twelve months to fill with events, incidents, goals, achievements. Who knows what I’ll be writing about at the end of the year? It feels kind of exciting to have this blank expanse ahead of me.

The future awaits.