In all I see this as a disastrous change for the city. Those who live in the city, it doesn’t impact nearly as much as the population who doesn’t live in the city. With a city center of about 350,000 people, and a surrounding population closer to 700,000, it’s an imbalance that this policy doesn’t solve, or even address, but assured, a tremendous amount of the revenues generated by businesses in Buffalo come from suburban residents, and much of it after 5:00PM.
The concept of that things will change based on a random location of the Earth in its orbit around the Sun seems kind of silly, doesn’t it? Aside from financial expectations created by the government, and banking institutions, what truly changes on January 1st? Not much. So don’t look for resolutions here. I’m going to continue on my personal growth paths, and do my best to keep myself in line with what I am trying to achieve.
High jinks was a popular 18th century drinking game in Scotland. The game involved throwing a die, and if the caster got a bad score, they had to choose between drinking more alcohol or performing an undignified task.
It’s not a war on Christmas, it’s a battle against obligations, and expectations. And those obligations, and expectations seem to increase every year.
Twitter on the other hand has become something I’m digging into deeper these days. I guess I go in cycles with that.
If your car is dark gray, and mostly covered in snow, congratulations! Your car is perfectly camouflaged for the environment you’re driving in, and could be nearly invisible to other drivers! Please turn on your lights. You’re not doing yourself any favors driving in stealth mode.
It is hard to comprehend nothing when you have lived, and experienced so much. Our memories are a footprint in the sand that we don’t want to see washed away. The love we share, we don’t want to know that those we give it to will somehow be without it. We don’t want to be forgotten by the people that we love, or the legacies that we leave. We want to know what happens. We want to see where this crazy humanity thing goes.
This is the Buffalo I want to know, and want everyone to see. The Buffalo that works hard to welcome refugees from all over the world. The Buffalo that helps people get a new start. The Buffalo that appreciates, and cherishes the cultural differences that those who find a new home here share with us, and celebrate the traditions of others, while sharing some of our own traditions with them.
No matter what number is placed on my age some things simply don’t change. I still examine my life, and myself with the most critical of eyes. I still wonder, when examining how others respond to me, how I am failing them, and I see my flaws at every turn. I still spiral into bouts of depression, and struggle to manage to motivate myself even under the crushing weight of the thoughts of all that I need to accomplish. That is probably my toughest balance: convincing my brain to stop thinking such horrible things about myself, while the anxiety of failure, and not accomplishing what I need to do fuels that spiral like a warm ocean fuels a hurricane.
It is destructive when it finally hits land.
I’ve discovered I can save some time and effort writing using Google Voice in a Google Document and then copying it over. I might need some lessons on how to use Google Voice, because it doesn’t really follow my commands the way I’d like it to. and I am discovering 95% accuracy isn’t quite good enough.