So it’s a new year — who the hell cares? 150,000 people just died in an instant. We could have been one of those unlucky enough to be remotely near the affected areas.
New Year’s Eve is meant to be spent in the presence of family and friends. I am not the rah-rah count-down-the-clock because the ball is about to drop type of person. [I either hyphenate too much or not enough -- never consistently.]
But, that’s specifically what I did — hung out with some of my closest friends. I did a few Bob Pollard rock ‘n roll kicks and busted my *ss in the process. [I agreed to limit the use of profanity as to not make the work firewall content sensors go crazy and then result in HR paying a visit to your cube. Hell is and will continue to be tolerated speech in my book]
Anyway, more about NYE later. I added some photos of our renovation project for Lincoln Street. There really aren’t specific phases, it’s just the fourth set of photographs really. See the links section for Phase IV photographs.