Happy first weekend in December to all who celebrate. We had our first snow of the year this week. It snowed 2.5 inches (6.3 cm) on Thursday night and Friday morning. They shut the city down on Friday. All schools, government offices, etc., were closed. As I type this on Sunday morning, all the snow is already melted. Winter in the South…
Snow in the backyard
We went to the Richmond Ballet production of The Nutcracker last night. We saw the Atlanta Ballet production in the previous century, but I remember absolutely nothing about it. I did read the Wikipedia page on The Nutcracker this week so I would have some idea of the story. I was surprised by just how much I enjoyed it. In fact, I would go to another ballet. I don’t know if it was opening night jitters, or this is just what you get with the local ballet company, but in the group dances the symmetry was often noticeably off and the lines frequently not straight or evenly spaced. I’m not complaining; this is RVA, not NYC. Just something that I noticed. And let’s face it, I really don’t know the difference between good and bad ballet.
We dressed up for it. I’m about the least formal person around, but I am also old enough to remember when people generally didn’t wear jeans or shorts on airplane flights. The airplane industry treats us like bus passengers, so I think reacting by dressing like it’s a low-budget bus trip is a reasonable response. But when we had Broadway in Richmond tickets for a couple of seasons, I was surprised by how casual many people were. So I was pleasantly surprised last night that the vast majority of patrons at the ballet dressed like it was a special event.
I told Michelle that maybe we should make 2026 a year of the arts and try to get out to the ballet, the symphony, gallery shows, etc.
Also, NPR called me again to check in and ask if I’d done anything or made any changes since they interviewed me. I told them that I’m at the acceptance stage of the stages of grief on this. I don’t expect Congress to do anything useful. I did die a little inside though when the reporter commented that she was glad she was still on her parents insurance.
Reading
I’ve also started A Farewell to Arms by Hemingway, and I find the primary characters annoying and his writing style weird. Maybe there is a reason this is my first Hemingway book. I’m about 1/3 in, so I’ll probably force my way through it to check it off the reading list, but so far, I don’t get the hype around it as one of the all-time greats.
Watching
We finished binging The Beast Inside Me, the Claire Danes and Matthew Rhys miniseries on Netflix. It is very entertaining, as you would expect with those two actors in the leading roles. We also watched our first cheesy Christmas movie of the year, Champagne Problems. Minka Kelly and Paris scenery are a winning combination. It’s cheesy, schmaltzy, and 100% predictable, which is why we watch these movies. However, there is a 90-second bit involving Die Hard in the movie that had me rolling.
Listening
I had two new-client pitches this week, so my work week was intense without a lot of time for background music. I mostly streamed That Station after hours, and as I type this, I’ve got The Red Clay Strays Live at the Ryman on the MP3 player.
Links
In Grow Slowly, Stay Small, Herman (the Bear Blog developer) shares his philosophy of running a small, sustainable business. I wish this approach was the default in the US, instead of the grow fast and break things ethos that has taken over the country.
Anil Dash on the power of not just telling stories but sharing stories in a way that amplifies them to spread beyond you, because you alone can never reach everyone in the target audience.
I haven’t had time to go through Bitter Southerner’s list of best Southern albums yet, but I’m sure there are several gems in that list.
And that is it for this week. Remember, in a world where you can choose to be anything, you can choose to be kind.
