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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Sunday, January 02, 2005

5:41 PM -

WAG - Note: I know this isn’t the year 2004 for everybody. For those of you using the Jewish calendar, I realize you are well into 5765. Please accept my apology in not posting my thoughts on the subject in a more timely manner as related to your schedule, but rest assured I have saved plenty of ammo to go around.

Resolve this.


2004 is over.

Whee…

New Year’s doesn’t mean much to me. The timing of the date was arbitrarily assigned hundred of years ago and has no real meaning.

Truth be told, the major thing the arrival of 2005 means is that, I’ll now be spending countless lost seconds rewriting incorrect dates (in most instances, trying to make a 4 look like a 5, I’ll wager).

The whole late night countdown never did much for me. In the last few years, it’s only been me a few people gathered around the TV (that is if we weren’t already watching something on DVD or something). I’ve never had a holiday sweetheart to smooch when it’s midnight in the central time zone (when we get replays of how New Year’s appeared an hour ago on the East coast, or one continues to watch the warm-up parties on the West coast). That last one isn’t for the lack of trying or plotting, but the closest I ever came was late 1998 when I ended up on a bus in the middle of nowhere in Texas as Prince’s 1999 began to play on the radio. I blame it all on the Ghost of Dramatic irony – it’s a complicated story that I don’t want to get into, but suffice it to say, if you realize that’s the peppiest New Year’s I’ve had, the rest haven’t been too much to squawk about.

Resolutions are the other major part of New Years, which is also, coincidentally enough, the other main part of the holiday I don’t go for.

Why wait all the way to the start of the year to undertake a personal declaration? I’ve made Thanksgiving resolutions just as easily as New Year’s ones. I’ve also found they are just as easily broken, so it doesn’t hurt to get on the ball replace old pledges with new ones. If you work hard, you can go through a couple in only a single month.

Don’t give me the, I’m doing it because everybody else is doing it excuse. As all your mother, or other responsible guardians, proved a long time ago, just because everyone is gung-ho about an idea, that doesn’t make it sound enough to follow. They may be right (“All your friends are going to college. Do you want to be like them?”), but group consensus shouldn’t be the single, lonely determining factor.

As it is, I’ve been so run down by listening to the failure stories of other people’s resolutions that I no longer aim high in mind. Granted, I still aim for the stars in other areas, but when it comes to the promise I’m making for January 2005, I’m low-balling my pledge.

This year, I have resolved myself to getting a new light bulb for my lamp, by the end of February.

It’s nice, simple, reasonable, not cost inhibitive, and has plenty of time to be fulfilled.

And to let you know about my future plans, here’s my pledge for March of 2005: I’m going to try the “Hot” salsa at the supper market instead of playing it safe at the “Medium” level.

For the record, to let you know a bit more about my lowered expectations, when I took the ACT. for the first time, my goal was double digits.

2005 is here? No big whoop.

Let me know when you’ve broken your latest resolution, if not already, and we can co-plan what the next one(s) will be.

'Y2K_plus_Five__No_big_jive'


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