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Depressing and deep memories on this horrible anniversary. As I watch this date slip into banal Americana, I can’t help but express my own shopworn platitude: never forget.

Due to seismic events on the homefront, I have not been able to post to the blog lately.

But I can’t let today’s significant anniversary — the landing of Apollo 11 on the moon — go unremarked. I was only four years old, but I remember it well. It remains the bravest, most audacious engineering effort in human history. I never tire of the recollections, in fact they still give me chills.

Well done, Michael Collins, Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong, you lucky bastards

Baby 2009 fills me with equal measures of hope and dread. I must let the creature take shape and at least pretend to love it….

I am so eager to dance on 2008’s grave. I will be here in LA for the event, which can’t come soon enough.

Los Angeles is hot and lovely. I remain here, hovering by the bedside of 2008, waiting impatiently for it to finally die.