My husband got me an iPod nano for Christmas. I had given him so many hints that I really expected it. What I didn’t expect is quite how much I’d love it; I’m addicted to it. I can’t stop dancing – having the music right up on top of my eardrums (my husband got me a great pair of earphones) turns me into a complete dancepuppet. I dance all the time – I dance while I’m on my feet, I dance while I’m sitting in front of my computer.
I also did not realize where releasing my inner head banger would take me. I started out on the easy stuff, but I couldn’t stop. I got worse and worse until I downloaded Godsmack – Awake this afternoon. Right after I downloaded 3 Tim Buckley songs I haven’t heard since 1967, and the Quicksilver Messenger Service, which I haven’t heard since 1969. I am simultaneously reliving my youth and going through a second one. I suppose it doesn’t get much better than that on New Year’s Eve.
I have a lot of hopes for 2006; I know what should happen, for the good of this country. But I was talking to one of my nephews who came down for the holidays about the fact that the wiretapping has to be it – that has to put a stop to all this. He reminded me how many times we’ve thought: “Ok, this is it, this will do it.” And that’s true. But it is also true that much has changed since last New Year’s Eve. So if this is a matter of taking the country back one inch at a time, then we can do that. We’re already several miles down that road.
Happy New Year’s.