I should be on a flight to London, then lunch with my buddy Esther before flying down to South Africa, but this freak storm hit the East Coast of the USA and my flight has been appropriately canceled and rescheduled for Wednesday. While a hassle, I see two distinct benefits. First, I get to sit at home with my partner, Glen, in front of a roaring fire while Miles Davis turns on my new record player. The second benefit is that I will leave on an earlier flight giving me two more hours in London, enough to take the Heathrow Express to Paddington Station (They are running a special of something like £5 each way) and then meet up with good friends Ruth Ann, Ken and perhaps others.
My last blog post, riddled with typos, was the first I had done since shattering my right wrist over two months ago. My mother made sure her children had proper typing lessons, and Mrs. Norton, our business teacher, (whose claim to fame came from her son who starred in the TV series Flipper,) taught us well on manual typewriters. We had computers of sorts too, but they were not for word processing. On the Commodore 64 we could only key in line after line of Basic code, and if we did it correctly, a clump of pixels that looked something like a ball bounced across the screen. We were gods.
Last night I recovered my ability to type. The day before I could not, but some point in the night I must grown a tendon or something and now I can type. I won’t over do it though. Hey have you been
listening to the podcast I do with Zack Ford? It’s called Queer and Queerer. Our latest episode is a reworking of Dickens Christmas Carol. Zack ends up teaching the spirits a thing or two. Check it out when you get a chance. I’ll put a link up when I am at a proper computer (not sure how on the iPad.)
Christmas means less and less to me each year. I know that Quakers traditionally did not see one day more important or sacred than another, and that they did not go in for lots of extras. It’s all part of the emphasis on simplicity and I infer, equality. Perhaps this has influenced me in some ways. I think it is normal though that as we age, the holidays of our youth change in their significance, and unless we produce offspring, we may grow out of some of these festivals. What about you? How have your feelings towards a holiday change over the years? How do you feel about that?
I head off to South Africa for a few weeks as I tag along on a travel writing course my partner, Glen, is leading with our buddy Jenna. Much of the time will be spent in a Xhosa coastal village. (Oh, and you can now pre-order Glen’s book over at Amazon. 🙂 ) I will take lots of photos and share some here and on Facebook. I have posted one I took recently down in Florida by the Kennedy Space Center.
Happy New Year.