Here we are , 2013.
Yet, in many ways, it feels sooo 1913. I know, exaggeration , but that’s how it seems to me.
Everything just seems a rehash of not only last year, but the year before , the decade before and the century before. Snow removal, really?
Let’s face it: how can a city in upstate NY face every winter as if it’s the very first winter ever? Really?
So that leaves me with the following options:
1) Discuss snow removal policy and operations
2) Dissect the politics swirling around snow removal (and marvel at my
3) Critique the current and proposed approaches to snow removal
4) Comment on the state of the city’s culture and attitudes given (1),(2) and (3) and what it tells us about ourselves
5) Forget the whole thing and do something useful with my time
If you look at this issue , like most issues in our fair city, you see that time is irrelevant– 2013, 2012, 1998, 1964, 1946 — time simply does not matter to the constant bemoaning and griping. The culture of Amsterdam so relies upon something, anything, to irritate itself; like an oyster intentionally seeking a grain of sand to irritate itself. Regrettably, we don’t make pearls , preferring instead to let the irritation linger. For us, that irritation is the pearl.
If it’s not snow removal, it’s fire hydrants. Or EBT cards. Or DSS. Or, the sky is blue and the sun is shining and surely something is awry with that. And if tomorrow it is grey and cloudy, then that is no better and yet another problem. Why can’t it be sunny like yesterday when we were just as unhappy as today? And on it goes.
I guess the point in all this is simply that I’m going to look for ways to find the real pearls , and failing that, just eat the oyster.
I’m going to remind myself that, it is, indeed, 2013.