and how it began

O, Rob:

PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): After having dined at the Urasawa sushi bar in Los Angeles, I’m prepared to give you advice about your love life in 2004. It should have a lot in common with the sake I drank there: delicate yet potent, so unique as to be almost (but not quite) strange, enjoyed most when sipped slowly, and made from individually polished grains of rice grown next to sacred groves of sakaki trees and fed by an ancient underground spring.
The MSG planned a spectacular New Year’s Eve last night: a slow, exquisite dinner at mc2, wandering the City arm-in-arm, and hours of dancing at Fluid. The year’s turning snuck up on us, as we were talking outside during the countdown, but we managed to ring it in properly whilst catching glimpses of fireworks through the rain-drenched cityscape. Instead of a cab ride back to the MSG’s, we met up with a gentleman who was giving revelers rides home in exchange for AIDS-awareness fundraiser pledges. He told us about riding his bike through Alaska, as well as a few off-color jokes I’ve already forgotten, save one that I could never repeat.

Six hours into the new year, we fell asleep, and what I dreamed of was more of this beauty, more of this City, more depth and more Light. I want it all for this year, and every year hereafter. May your new year be all you want it to be.

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.