Since 1999 I've been taking a two-second self portrait that spans the last second of one year and the first of the next. You can look back in Ye Blog to find them all. I know it's an arbitrary time but we put magic into the minute with our collective behavior -- we get sad, we get happy, we make promises -- we do them en masse and we make those two seconds important and I'm happy enough to participate in the dance.
We went to the party at Curio Theater and whiled away the last moments of 2011 with actors and directors and lighting technicians and the great expanse of people who make our lives wonderful. The older I get the less of a party I seem to need to punctuate things. I've slowly realized that if your whole life is a party, you really don't need to set things on fire on specific days to lead a happy life.
2011 was a particularly good year. It was filled with adventures and love and the last second of satisfaction seemed to slide into one of hope. I'm so glad that trillian_stars has been along on this ride with me.
And I'm more grateful than I can really say that you've been here too -- some of you for a decade. Thanks to everyone who's been a part of our lives -- whether as a casual observer, or one of those people who was drunk-texting us at 6:23 in the morning on New Years day.