Saturday, December 31, 2011

Resolutions for 2012

I though it would be fitting to jot down some resolutions for the public record. Some things below I don't do, and some I do well but could always be reminded to continue. With that said, next year, I resolve to:

- maintain my new diet, and once and for all, have a flat stomach, eat more color, and quit drinking diet sodas
- survive the Mayan apocalypse
- be less neurotic and anxious and instead make the conscious effort to live in the present
- travel beyond the confines of the northeast more
- be less plugged in to my phone, email, facebook, twitter, etc.
- stay connected with friends now all over the world
- appreciate my family, friends, and all the amazing positivity that exists in my life
- stay hungry and foolish

And to finish off, an article from one of my favorite columnists:
"You know exactly when you'll hear it, and you probably won't hear it again for a year. The big clock will hit 11:59:50, the countdown will begin—10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4—and the sounds will rise: the party horns, fireworks and shouts of "Happy New Year!"
And then they'll play that song: "Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne?"
It is a poem in Scots dialect, set to a Scots folk tune, and an unscientific survey says that a lot of us don't think much about the words, or even know them. The great film director Mike Nichols came to America from Germany as a child, when his family fled Hitler. He had to learn a lot of English quickly and never got around to "Auld Lang Syne": "I was too busy with words like 'emergency exit' on the school bus," he told me. "As a result, I find myself weeping at gibberish on New Year's Eve. I enjoy that."
The screen and television writer Aaron Sorkin, who this year, with "The Social Network," gives Paddy Chayefsky a run for his money, says that every year he means to learn the words. "Then someone tells me that's not a good enough New Year's resolution and I really need to quit smoking."
"Auld Lang Syne"—the phrase can be translated as "long, long ago," or "old long since," but I like "old times past"—is a song that asks a question, a tender little question that has to do with the nature of being alive, of being a person on a journey in the world. It not only asks, it gives an answer.
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It was written, or written down, by Robert Burns, lyric poet and Bard of Scotland. In 1788 he sent a copy of the poem to the Scots Musical Museum, with the words: "The following song, an old song, of the olden times, has never been in print." Burns was interested in the culture of Scotland, and collected old folk tales and poems. He said he got this one "from an old man"—no one knows who—and wrote it down. Being a writer, Burns revised and compressed. He found the phrase auld lang syne "exceedingly expressive" and thought whoever first wrote the poem "heaven inspired." The song spread throughout Scotland, where it was sung to mark the end of the old year, and soon to the English-speaking world, where it's sung to mark the new.
The question it asks is clear: Should those we knew and loved be forgotten and never thought of? Should old times past be forgotten? No, says the song, they shouldn't be. We'll remember those times and those people, we'll toast them now and always, we'll keep them close. "We'll take a cup of kindness yet."
"The phrase old acquaintance is important," says my friend John Whitehead, fabled figure of the old Goldman Sachs, the Reagan State Department, and D-Day. "It's not only your close friends and people you love, it's people you knew even casually, and you think of them and it brings tears to my eyes." For him, acquaintance includes, "your heroes, my heroes—the Winston Churchills of life, the ones you admire. They're old acquaintances too."
But "the interesting, more serious message in the song is that the past is important, we mustn't forget it, the old has something for us."
So does the present, as the last stanza makes clear. The song is not only about those who were in your life, but those who are in your life. "And there's a hand, my trusty friend, and give a hand of thine, We'll take a right good-will draught for auld lang syne."
To Tom Coburn, a U.S. senator from Oklahoma, the song is about friendship: "I think it's a description of the things we lose in our hurry to do things. We forget to be a friend. We have to take the time to make friends and be friends, to sit and tell stories and listen to those of others."
Gov. Mitch Daniels of Indiana said he always experienced the song as celebratory and joyful until something happened in 2004. Mr. Daniels was running for office, and it became a new bonding experience for him and his father, who followed the campaign closely: "He loved my stories from the road." The elder Daniels died unexpectedly in August, "50 days short of my election as governor." At a New Year's party, the governor-elect heard the song in a new way. Ever since, "I hear its wistfulness."
Lesley Stahl of "60 Minutes," enjoying one of the great careers in the history of broadcast news, thinks of childhood when she thinks of "Auld Lang Syne": "I see New Year's Eve parties going way back, all the way back to when we were little kids and you had to kiss someone at midnight and you had to sing that song." She interviewed Mark Zuckerberg recently. "Maybe in the age of Facebook you don't lose old friends," she says. "Maybe it's obsolete." Maybe "they'll have to change the song."
For the journalist and author Marie Brenner, the song didn't come alive until she moved from her native Texas to New York City, in the 1970s. That first New Year's in town, "Auld Lang Syne was a revelation to me. . . . I thought, this is beautiful and maybe written by a Broadway composer, by Rodgers and Hammerstein." She saw people singing it "on the street, and at a party in a bar downtown." There was "this gorgeous moment when everyone seemed to know the words, and people looked teary and, yes, drunk." They played the song back in San Antonio, "but it took me coming to New York to really hear it."
The song is a staple in movies, but when I asked people to think of the greatest "Auld Lang Syne scene," every one of them had the same answer. Not "When Harry Met Sally," not "Out of Africa," not, for film buffs, Charlie Chaplin's "The Gold Rush." The great "Auld Lang Syne" scene in cinematic history is from "It's a Wonderful Life," which Mr. Sorkin puckishly describes as "Frank Capra's classic tale of an angel who takes up the cause of a progressive in order to defeat a heartless conservative. It's possible I'm misinterpreting the movie, but the song still works."
The scene comes at the end of the film. Friends surround George Bailey, recently rescued by an angel. Someone bumps against the Christmas tree and a bell ornament makes a sound. George's daughter says, "Every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings," and George looks up and winks. "Thanks, Clarence," he says, as the music swells. God bless the baby boomers who discovered that film on TV after their elders dismissed it as Capra-corn.
Tonight I'll be at Suzie and Joe's, with whom I worked at CBS News in auld lang syne. I'll think of some who won't be entering the new year with us—big, sweet-hearted dynamo Richard Holbrooke, and Ted Sorensen, counselor to presidents, whose pen was a terrible swift sword. I'll take a cup of kindness yet for them, for all the old acquaintances in this piece, and for the readers, for 10 years now, of this column. We mark an anniversary. Thank you for being in my life. Happy New Year"

Sunday, December 25, 2011

China House, New London, CT.

Take a moment to analyze every part of this image :)

Chinese Food on Christmas

We shared, but stacked the food together for dramatic purposes.
Zoe, my Jewish partner in crime, met me in New London to break dumplings today. Without trees or Christmas cheer, we in the words of Supreme Court Justice Elena Kagan, "you know, like all Jews, [were] at a Chinese restaurant." Well we were, and thanks to Zoe, ate in a very sketchy part of New London (see photo in next post). Zoe's company, as usual, was delightful. Departing momentarily from a new stringent diet of fruit, flax and chia seed, and other "colorful" produce, Zoe and I profoundly over-ordered, selecting dumplings, chow-fun, general tso's, and a few unnamed mystery items. I'm still dealing with the postprandial from this meal, aware that it's a miracle I didn't go comatose on the highway ride home. 

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Dinner with India

En route to Philadelphia, the family stopped in New York City for the night. With the knowledge that most of my friends would be home for Hanukkah break, I phoned India to have dinner. We met at Serafina, and as with most meals with Choaties, we reminisced, discussed college, and shared our profoundly vague plans for the future! One of the nice things about seeing my peers periodically is that my day-to-day encounters are with adults at least two decades older than I. While fun, it's always well worth the time and effort to meet up with someone my own age. By no means have I tried to live vicariously through their college experience; on the contrary, breaking my/the education cycle has been one of the best and most useful decisions to date (an appropriate explanation of "why?" will be written at the end of my year as I reflect).

John visits, part ii

Though we split up for one day (John had to attend a funeral, unfortunately), we met up again Saturday night in Providence. Having conquered my fear of "the hill," we journeyed up to Brown to pick up John's friend Penny, a freshman at Brown. Together we all had a lovely dinner at Al Forno. Penny had a salad and eggplant; John and I, ordering without regard to price or money spent in New York, ordered baked pasta and the steak. To say we were shocked when we received our portion of the check would be an understatement.

Sunday was pretty lax. I taught John to drive a stick shift in the morning, we took a court tennis lesson in the afternoon, and had dinner with a RhodySquash board member that night. We shot the sh*t until Monday, at which point I dropped him off at TF Green to head to grand ol' Tejas.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

John Visits, part I

Momofuku You!
Taking a break from stressful California, John Webber came eastward to NYC and Newport to visit for an extended weekend. We met in New York City. Under the auspices of a culinary adventure, we became lazy and opted for the "healthy" chain resteraunt around the corner, Chop't. That afternoon we caught up, walked, visited the touristy spots, and dare I say it, took the subway. For no apparent reason, we decided the rest of our night would be spontaneous. To that end, we met the one and only David Black downtown -- very downtown -- went to Momofuku Noodle Bar (an ultimately disappointing dream), saw the hilarious "A Life in Her Day" at the offensively liberal Theatre for a New City, and then, out of nowhere, visited Paula Ho to see the midnight showing of "New Year's Eve."

The next morning, with very little sleep, Paula, John, and I embraced our inner Jews and had bagels, lox, cream cheese, and whitefish salad at Hot & Crusty. Paula split off and John and I went to Occupy Wall Street. In the spirit of spontanteity, we opted not to research the movement, only to find that after a 20 minute subway ride, the protest had all but disappeared. We continued to satify our touristey cravings, walking through Wall Street, visiting the church from National Treasure, and trying, to no avail, to get into the WTC memorial. John and I split at Penn station, only to meet in Providence the next morning!

Famous people seen: Jim Kramer on Wall Street, Chef Forgione of Iron Chef America in Little Italy, Senator(s) Thune and Lott in Penn Station ... All in one day!

A lovely fundraiser @ TSK

In Newport, there exists one decent restaurant: Thames Street Kitchen (TSK). Devoid of the garbage culinary scene characteristic of our quanit, seaside town, TSK seems the only restaurant that "gets it." The food is good, tasty, and not offensive.

My friends, tutor, and mentor Martha Cummings had the sagacity to thus host a fundraiser for her nonprofit, Universal Promise, at TSK. That evening was a learning experience for me. Much of my RhodySquash fundraising has happened over lunch, dinner, and the telephone. We haven't ventured into the party territory, and I hitherto had no idea what a small fundraiser might look like.

The meal was delicious and the company superb. And for Martha's purpose, she raised a lot of money for an international cause in town known for it's provincialism (to cross the bridge is unthinkable) and one lacking in big New York City hedge funders.