|On The Eve of the Eve
||[Dec. 30th, 2004|11:26 pm]
know there is nothing miraculous about the return of the sun.Like a shedding hair, soon replaced by another, the turning of the year means little to me (though, like the hair, I am aware there are few years ahead of me than there once were). I have tried to celebrate the Solstice in the past, but the physical fact that our planet has once again - quite naturally - reached the end of its cycle seems almost as arbitrary a reason to celebrate as is the 31st of December. Though I've lived in the country, I feel like a born urban child; more, I |
Still, arbitrary or not, this seems as good a time as any - better, perhaps - for contemplative reflection. Besides, not only does my girlfriend read this journal, but so does at least one (lurking) cousin, and now my father. No doubt other members of my offline life will soon join them (for reasons that are neither here, nor there, for the purposes of this post).
The Annals of Young Geoffrey, like any living document, is an evolving thing, changing as I change. It is - I suspect - are far different beast than it was when I started it, nearly a year-and-a-half and almost 200 posts ago.
I don't mind, truly. (Please forgive me that small theft, Sidra; it fits.)
It's Been a Very Good Year
As befits a more and less personal journal, I can only look back on this year as one of the happiest of my life. Other parts of the world have seen war and famine; drought and - god knows - catastrophic flood; but my little corner has seen little but surprising joy.
Friendships grown stronger through the most unlikely of ways; a exciting and challenging job, come looking for me while I was growing desperately tired of my old one; a family reunion when a cousin surprised us all by taking the marriage plunge at the age of 40 (we more than once wondered if we would not both end up alone or, at best, serially involved and serially alone); my neice in a play; and, yes, a most unlikely love that grows stronger each time I see her, or speak with her, or receive an email from her.
But you have all put up with my paens to Laura; you know how I feel about her.
Were I a religious man, I would be saying prayers, or sacrificing a goat - I would be doing something to thank some thing for the luck - no, for the fortune that has come my way over the past 365 days. But I am very far from a religious man and so, I suppose, this is as close as I can come to prayer.
Thank you, Laura.
Thank you, my friends, new and old.
Thank you, parents, brother, neice, cousins and aunts and uncles.
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I had meant to write more, but it is late and maybe this is enough.
Giving thanks is good.
I think you should sacrafice a beer of choice to gods that smile down upon you.
I think I will do the same.
Consider it more than done.
2004-12-31 08:40 pm (UTC)
Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.
I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.
It's sometimes ironic how luck and fortune can come to us in it's different forms. Those that spend their entire lives in search of a never ending pot of gold oft times end up with someone to keep them company until the search no longer matters. So very glad you've gotten the true value of luck in the forms that you have.
Peace, love and joy be with you this New Year, inside and out.
2005-01-01 10:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.
Thank you; I wish you the same.
What is this sentimental gibberish? So you're turning 40 and all of a sudden it's a kinder, gentler Geoff, filled with pithy, Wal-mart Greeter slogans. Goddamn you (can I swear on this fuckin' thing?), Old Dirty Geoffrey. And all your follow-ups reflecting the same servile bullshit. Although I kind of liked the irony in someone called "queenofdemons" offering you hippie peace-and-love wisdom instead of death and bloodlust.
By the way, you were right, I just got high-speed and I can never go back. Now I can watch Yahoo Launch videos all day long. Like right now some Eminem video just came on, I think he ripped off an old... what the hell was her name... Martika? song. First he makes Dido's career, now he's reaching back into an 80's time capsule and going to resurrect Martika? Jesus, just look at this video. Even Eminem has sold out. If he has a livejournal I bet it's full of melancholy reflections on what it's like to be a single dad on the wrong side of 8-mile.
What cocaine-addled beaver wrote the Yahoo Launch algorithm so that it decides to follow Eminem with Jessica Simpson's "Let It Snow"?
...can I swear on this fuckin' thing?
If that's what it takes to give your manhood a shake, you can swear all you want.