2007 In Review

And the review for the year 2007, is just a two word review... "Shit Sandwich."

Okay... that's not real. You can't print that... and it's more than a little unfair.

Let me try again... "2007: the writing was strong but the production sucked." Hmmm... better, closer, warmer... That's the thing... 2007 was such a complex year that reviewing it in anything less than about 10,000 words just won't cut it.

And I'm not that committed to analyzing it here and now...

So... I will just say this: 2007 had undoubtedly the most difficult times I've ever experienced, both directly and indirectly. It was the most challenging year of my life... and just when I thought it was on a smoother path, there were some unexpected bumps... like the year was about a week too long.

But... mixed in with all the challenge, with all the crap... were too many stars, too many diamonds to just call 2007 a Shit Sandwich and be done with it. There were too many laughs mixed with the tears, too many triumphs mixed with the sorrow, too many connections forged among the breakups... and too much healing within all the heartbreak.

So... my final review of 2007: "I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats."

And here's to 2008... for all the promise, all the plans, all the adventure... I'm ready.

love,
jbg

Eve

love, jbg

Question:

Can an accordian rock?

Answer: Yes.

jbg

The Things We'd Rather Lose

We dreamt of birds, all blue and loud That fly through the night and hang from the clouds And come to us here in these moments of fear As the north star appears and the road falls away Out in the darkness I'm spinning in place With my eyes to the sky and my hands to my face Somewhere between all the dead and the dreams You're waiting for me in the static Oh, everything dear disappears Oh, into the blue Oh, we're left holding on to the things we'd rather lose The highways are burning, the night's at an end But we're still sleeping and dreaming of when The skyscrapers fell, the smoke and the smell Of the dark devouring light and love Oh, everything dear disappears Oh, into the blue Oh, we're left holding on to the things we'd rather lose Oh, we're left holding on to the things we'd rather lose

jbg