I love watching a particular set of tweets roll in each night before I go to bed. It’s a Twitter list called “Crime is Down” and highlights a lot of police and fire scanner accounts. Mixed in with those are weather forecaster tweets like the one above. Here in Chicago, we’re currently under a wind advisory warning for the next 12 hours or so; forecast is 60+ MPH winds, a thunderstorm, and god knows what else wicked this way is coming.
I’ve been neglecting this newsletter for quite some time. Partly because I’ve been busy working on podcasts. Partly because I’ve been busy with college and high school applications for both my kids. Partly because it’s that year-end time where one must look back and reflect on all that’s transpired, and all that remains to be pushed into the new year (“resolutions”). Partly because I’ve been enamored/distracted by a bunch of shiny new technologies. But really, I’m exhausted. As I’m sure many of us are. We’re now going on what, year 3 of post-apocalyptic COVID+climate catastrophe? With the omicron strain (wasn’t that a sci-fi movie title?) looming, it’s hard to predict whether our newly emergent vaccine-boosted selves are headed for another lockdown. My meager pandemic bellwether Zoom stock holdings don’t really foretell what will happen. Two thousand zero zero party over oops out of time. Prince was late by about 20 years, but the Purple One isn’t around either to record a sequel.
Anyway, I’m trying my best to blow away the pieces from 2021 and reinvent myself yet again for another go at it in 2022. It’s all we can ask for, right? Toto, we’re not in Kansas any more.