While I was forced into it, I realize now that one of the best features on Facebook is the timeline, where I am reminded of stuff that happened in 2012 that I completely forgot about.
So by way of a public service blog post, let’s take a stroll down memory lane:
For example, do you remember all those “Sh*t librarians, fat girls, skinny girls, entrepreneurs, Jewish mothers, techies, gay men, New Yorkers Say” viral videos? Good times.
How about the long-anticipated Van Halen reunion album, Tattoo? Yeah, I didn’t remember it either.
Due to a distracted navigator, the Costa Concordia, a luxury cruise ship in Italy, hit a rock and toppled over, killing 32 passengers. Like a partially beached whale, the massive ship is still stuck in the waters near Giglio Island, on the Western coast of Italy. This catastrophic event prompted a note to self. Something about never stepping foot on a luxury liner again in my lifetime. Ever.
My book, “The Neighborhoods of Queens,” was mentioned once again in The New York Times as an authority on the borough. That made me smile. Researching and writing that book took four years. It’s now a resource for New York residents, newspaper reporters college professors and whatnot. Not too shabby.
Remember the KONY Campaign to capture head of the Lord’s Resistance Army guerrilla group in Uganda? Ten days after the video peaked at some one hundred million views, it’s creator, Jason Russell, went bonkers, running wild through the streets of San Diego buck naked. The good news is that a top commander of Kony’s was captured, although the main man is still being sought by authorities.
On a lighter note, we all learned how to sing in French about kisses, thanks to this:
In case you missed the really big news, I attended the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop in Ohio where I learned that what happens in Dayton, well, no one really cares. After writing an article about old ladies who tap dance, I signed up for classes. And Howard Stern refused to be interviewed for my Newsday article about Roosevelt, Long Island, his childhood neighborhood, which all of his childhood friends participated in.
Something called “Honey Boo Boo” … Oh, yes, and I turned fifty shades of green with envy at the meteoric success of that dreck about fifty shades of off black.
But then that bitch Sandy stormed into town, a hurricane that wrecked so much havoc here on the east coast that we’ll feel it’s effects for years to come.
For 2013, I’m hoping that this guy —
— will stop this from ever happening again…
That is all. I bid us peace in the coming year, y’all.