January 1st, 2015



I learned yesterday that my daughter had never heard of "Auld Lang Syne" (this while driving her to a New Year's Eve party).

"So what do you do at midnight, if not join hands and sing Robbie Burns?" I asked, realizing as I did so just how unlikely a scenario this actually was.

She looked at me as if I were mad.

As for me, once I heard the midnight fireworks I wandered to the back of Müller House, where there's a panoramic view of Bristol, and watched the green shoots and the white blossoms and the red flowers bloom prettily (花火=flower fire=hanabi=fireworks: my cognitive furniture has been shifted slightly by learning Japanese), while people half my age in novelty hats drank and cheered convivially all around. Not a bad end/start to the year, really - but next time I would like to be sharing it with friends, not friendly strangers.

I hope your 2015 started well, and as it means to go on.