December 2017

4 January 2018

December ended quick. It began with a wedding in Syracuse, NY and ended at a New Year’s Eve party in Charlotte, NC.

 

Between these events was an unnecessary frisking at a small, slow airport. Considering they detected metal near my crotch when I had empty pockets, no belt, nor surgery; I can only assume I was probed by aliens the night before or TSA needed to meet a quota. Regardless, I said no to the dusty frisker’s request to touch me in a private room. That activity–for the sake of efficiency and comfort–was best left public.

 

Back in Greenville, many seasonal events ensued. Holiday celebrations for the sensitive and Christmas parties for the bold. Can’t say I’m an especially festive person, but it was a nice smattering of activity. There was even snow and an ample amount of cold to top it off. For the first time, I completed all of my Christmas shopping online. I doubt I’ll ever gift shop at a brick & mortar store again.

 

Driving back to Michigan, I encountered more snow in Ohio and single digit temperature in Grand Rapids–on either side of zero–for the majority of the trip. Bundled in the proper gear, the cold was more bearable than the 30-40 degree weather down south. Some cross-country skiing and hot tub dips might’ve helped.

 

Before heading home, I finally sucked up the exorbitant exchange rates and dipped into cryptocurrency. Liquidating my Robinhood fund gave me some cash for financial experiments. We’ll see where it goes. I believe in the concept of digital money and support the direction of the currencies I bought. It’s an interesting investment, albeit I’m still deciding whether to consider crypto a currency or commodity. Between this and the other emerging technologies in flight–quantum, AI, VR, etc.–it’s a fun time to be alive. Time sinks galore.

 

En route to Greenville, I snagged a friend from the Cincinnati, OH airport (located, oddly, in northern Kentucky). A pyro, he insisted we purchase fireworks in Tennessee and light them on old logging roads in South Carolina. It made me realize that there’s little to no public space available for pyrotechnics. Makes me wonder if fireworks are primarily sold in states whose citizens own acreage.

 

At a final hoorah with some friends in Charlotte, 2017 ceased to exist.