… is the last day of 2010. Now there’s some news you can use, right? And something you were, I’m sure, entirely unaware of! Or not.
So what does this mean to me? Not a whole heck of a lot. When I was a child, my life revolved around school. This meant that, in reality, the “new year” began in September. (We always started school after Labor Day, never before as so many schools do now.) Moving from school to symphony and opera, with the seasons beginning in ‐ can you guess? — yep — September — my world continued to work with a September through August feel.
Then I had children. Of course for the first few years I barely knew what day it was, much less what year, but I did continue in symphony and opera so it still worked that way. Then the kids started school and while they sometimes started before Labor Day, which will forever seem wrong to me, we continued with the September through August life.
So while the year changes from 2010 to 2011, I can’t say I really think of it as a new year so much as just a time when I’ll keep writing the wrong numbers on the very few checks I write. (But shoot, not too long ago I not only didn’t write 2010 … I wrote something like 1979! OldBoeBrain™!)
Still, I wish you all a very happy last day ‘o the calendar year. Stay warm. Be safe. That’s an order!
ROBERT Hughes, the Australian art critic, filmmaker and writer, wandered into the kitchen of his fashionable loft home in New York’s SoHo to see how the plumber was going, setting up his new dishwasher.
On his knees grappling with the machine, the plumber heard a noise and looked up.
Hughes gasped: “My god, you’re Philip Glass. I can’t believe it. What are you doing here?”
Glass, one of the world’s most famous composers, said afterwards: “It was obvious that I was installing his new dishwasher, and I told him I would soon be finished.”
“But you are an artist,” Hughes protested.
Glass said: “I explained that I was an artist but that I was sometimes a plumber as well, and that he should go away and let me finish.”