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2010: A Lost Year

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As we start to jet down the runway of a new year, I feel the need to press my nose against the economy class window and fix the past year in my stare as it starts to roll away. Although I know 2010 can’t see me anymore, I nevertheless find myself mouthing at it:

“I never want to see you again.”

Now I am clicking my seatbelt, leaning back and trusting that lift off into 2011 will be smooth. And I am hoping that after we level off, I won’t have to stare for too long up the aisle, anxiously waiting for an air attendant to push the bar trolley in my direction.

Late last year, my counsellor, indispensable spiritual guide and much loved friend, Michelle, urged me to perform a ritual of some kind to cast off the dark energy of 2010. Dear reader, this blog is it. I’ll keep it brief and relatively free of animal sacrifice.

2010: The dark bits

Here is a chronology of the dark bits doled out by a year that, if it were a human, would by now be serving a lengthy prison sentence for aggravated assault and not even its mother, who had always believed in it, would visit it.

January: Second visit to emergency department for acute pelvic pain.
February: Major surgery to remove endometrioma and ovary.
March: Acute pain continues, surgery outcomes still uncertain.
April: Pain abates to point of enabling return from Australia to US.
May: Post-traumatic stress symptoms, dread, inability to concentrate or sleep.
June: Black hole. Mostly bed-ridden. Anti-depressants prescribed resulting in adverse reaction. Seriously consider return to Australia.
July: Blood and other tests reveal severe adrenal depletion and hormonal imbalance. Commence medical treatment.
August: Constant brain fog, fatigue, panic. Supplement meds with nightly reruns of British TV comedy DVDs.
September: Limited functioning, but starting to improve. Able to leave house for Squonk Opera conference work.
October: Persistent fatigue, anxiety and insomnia but more functional days. Well enough to undertake music road trip for short film.
November: Days of concentration and equilibrium finally start to outnumber lost days. Plan trip to London.
December: Visit friends in London for Christmas. Struck by flu. Spend days lying on couch watching BBC and Channel 4 comedy.

So that is why there is no Jilted Brides travel/memoir book because I am afraid I have lost a huge part of this year. A voice inside me says I should really have tweezered all of this up and placed it gently in the glad wrap of a ‘triumph over adversity’ story before I exposed it to the world. Presented all this as an opportunity to deepen self-portraiture and silhouette my life-narratives against the throbbing sun of newfound spiritual wisdom. But I didn’t.

Instead I am guilty of imagining my readers in exactly the same way described by Nathaniel Hawthorn in his introduction to The Scarlet Letter:

“Some authors…indulge themselves in such confidential depths of revelation as could fittingly be addressed, only and exclusively, to the one heart and mind of perfect sympathy: as if the printed book, thrown at large on the wide world, were certain to find out the divided segment of the writer’s own nature, and complete his circle of existence by bringing him into communion with it.”

2010: The decent bits

  • I got to spend a large part of the year in my pajamas.
  • I had a great time on my way back to Pittsburgh from Melbourne when I stopped briefly in LA. I hung out with bleep buddy DJ Dougee Dimensional, and I met Lisa Coleman of Wendy and Lisa fame (whose remix I have still to complete).
  • I finally got to go on long planned music road trip through the Appalachians with the caring and uplifting companionship of former bandmate Lucy (who was also slogging it very hard down the heartache highway after losing her mother only a few months earlier). We got to Moogfest and I met Michelle Moog-Koussa, daughter of my hero Bob Moog.
  • With my one intermittently functioning neuron, I taught myself Final Cut Pro and edited two clips.
  • I had a great time in London, including hanging out with fabulous old buddies Bronnie, Steven and Sarah, with whom I shot a short forthcoming blockbuster The No 19. Bus to Battersea.
  • I fell in love with BBC and ITV/Thames TV comedy all over again. I am not exaggerating when I say that watching hundreds of hours of The Mighty Boosh, The Goodies, Are You Being Served, not to mention Morcambe and Wise and The Two Ronnies’ Christmas specials, to name just some highlights, was a major part of my healing process.

  • Already 2011 is shaping up to be a kinder year. I am heading back to Australia in the first week of February to take up a short term contract in my home town of Melbourne. I’ll be working for the Victorian Department of Health on ambulance funding policy. I’m grateful for the opportunity for some full-time, well paid work after a threadbare 2010, and also to see some wonderful old work colleagues again. Then I will be back in the USA next summer for a renewed hunt for creative adventures – hopefully this time with the body following where the spirit yearns to go.

    But before I leave, I’m performing a second ritual to kick out the jams. Tanya, Scott and myself, along with some new friends Brian and Brandon, will be holding a cocktail/ disco party celebrating Pittsburgh’s Nouveau Riche. Think fur and bling or think nothing at all. All I can say is that, having bought a disco ball and lights and set them up in my studio/basement a couple of days ago, every sanatorium should have one. Few things spurt wellbeing as instantly as a spinning disco ball.

    So if anyone is in the ‘Burgh on Saturday 5 Feb and you want to hang out with the beautiful people, then we’d love to see you. Invite attached:-)

    Happy new year everyone! And sincere thanks for helping me complete the circle of my existence by reading this blog.

    We are Pittsburgh's Nouveau Riche!

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