My great friend Joel ben Izzy, a truly great storyteller and human person, asked me, “Zamboni, what did you predict last night for 2011?”
In truth I was a little too tipsy last night to make much coherence. (You must be forgiving to me as I was also celebrating Estonia’s entrance to the E.U.) I spent New Years Eve with friends at Ashby Stage in Berkeley doing individual consultations in which I communed with the Three Greek Goddesses or “Fates”, but by midnight and the fifth Absinthe my sobriety was hard to locate.
But I do have some predictions for us in this year.
I think this year we all will understand more the difference between an occupation and a calling.
I think this year we will put our feet up more.
I think this year it is less about finding love, and more about not screwing it up when it finds us. Because it’s looking.
That is all I can do for now as my head is pounding and I have prepared Estonian hangover remedy of the boiled placenta of a brown sheep mixed with marrow of ox thigh bone.