2016 was pretty fucking awesome, waking up today in 2017 I am hangover free, with a nice afterglow from last night with the promise of good times ahead.
Sure it was sad to lose Prince and Bowie, but it took dying for both of them to release their first half decent shit in over a decade. I feel fortunate that I saw Prince live a few years ago but look forward to hearing a new generation of funk inspired tunes streamed effortlessly through my phone that also doubles as a cashless payment system. As a result of this year I'll take every opportunity to catch aging music acts before they pass away into memories and bootleg box sets, starting with Grandmaster flash this Thursday.
For all the hand wringing concerning elections and referendums, nothing has changed in my life. The economy still chugs along, perhaps with a little inequality across the globe but I still work only 4 days a week, I can wander my neighbourhood at night smoking a spliff and smelling the cool breeze from the river. I can sit in comfortable sporting arenas with easy access to both bars and bathrooms, watching both cricket and rugby most weekends, any movie I wish to watch is but a simply press of a button in my lounge room, with the future promise of more technology to improve my enjoyment of life just around the corner. Self drive cars and augmented realty such as microsofts hololens can't come soon enough.
I'm looking forward to packing up my 4wd and escaping into the vast expanse of my planets seclude island beaches and rainforests to experience the cosmos beyond our atmosphere while tripping around a Bon fire. I've lost friends this year to death, and expect to lose another from cancer this year. However at least he has given me notice, so I have time to enjoy each other's company one or two more times before he dies. Rather than be sad, I'll use it as motivation to cherish each precious moment I get with my own children.
I have several works of art to complete, plans to renovate my historical home into something of an architectural legacy and a juicy fat steak sitting in my fridge to wash down with a nice red.
A calendar is but a code of time, yet no one has successfully reversed its course. No time to dwell only falling sands warning of its true value.
