Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me

No hope, no harm, just another false alarm

I really did, and I woke up this morning trying to figure out who he was. The best I could piece together is he was a bit younger (maybe 25? 30?) and we had some sort of music video romance at a Starbucks. Anyone know who this rock & roll Romeo might be?

City of Blinding Lights

Washington DC is my favorite city to visit. I could silently walk among the monuments for days and think about the path of our history. My favorite is the Jefferson Memorial. I would love to sit under that dome and read his words for hours, but for some reason it is always rushed. People I take to Washington want to see Washington and Lincoln; old Jefferson is out of the way and an afterthought. When I was studying political science in college I had to take a lot of theory and philosophy classes. Just about every paper I wrote was based on either Jefferson or Martin Luther King Jr. I just love their words.

We all have such hopes for the world. We all have ideas about how we think things could be better, or different, or things we want to keep exactly the same. It's something we are taught as young Americans, that we are free, that we can make a difference, that what we think matters. Today mattered.

I hope we are finally going to past the fear and uncertainty of the past seven years (because it really all started on 9/11), take a breath, and move on. After long years of war, a million voices gathered together on the mall to declare peace. It won't happen in a day, or a month, or a year. Coming together and renouncing, so visibly, the path we've been on was hopefully a sign of good times to come.

Same Old Lang Syne

I've always expected too much from New Year's Eve. Maybe it's the portrayal in movies like When Harry Met Sally and on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve. Maybe it's because my early ones were memorable and I learned to expect too much. Over the years I've learned to not build it up. But still, I hope for at least a good night and for something exciting to happen. I also get a bit nostalgic. This year in particular, with all of the re-friending I've done on Facebook, I'm remembering times long passed.

One year someone told me they loved me, but it was too little, too late.

Another year someone told me they loved me, but it was too much, too soon.

Yet another year I was so sure I was In Love. The real thing - signed, sealed, delivered. Alas, I was not. Or I should say he was not. (I'm still pretty sure that I was.)

One year was spent in the desert. One year was spent in a apartment high over Central Park. One was spent out at the beach driving through Christmas lights on the sand. A bunch were spent in bars with friends all over the North Bay.

Several have been spent at hockey games -- a little excitement and I'm home before midnight -- although this year I made a detour and saw the clock turn with new friends. Old traditions + new friends = good night.

Every year I think about where I'm going and where I've been. I always am farther along than I thought with much farther to go. I make a few resolutions and usually break them all before I've really tried. I always say this year will be different. Will it?