Some notes I have made to myself that I wanted to get off my chest before the new year:
- I started this decade 24 years old ringing in the new year with a bunch of hippies in a dome home on a farm in rural Virginia. I didn't believe a lick of the Y2K nonsense then and I don't believe a bit of this chatter about jetpacks in 2010 either. I can't help but wonder if anyone still has leftover armageddon survival supplies. Cans of Spaghetti-Os are good for how long?
- To self: Continue researching braided rugs. Here is a quote from a craft website -- You may use more than three strips if you are familiar with the process. If you are worried about frays along the cut ends, spray the strips with a spray adhesive or Fraycheck.
- Three weeks into my new job and I know only one thing for sure: I like to drive by Graceland when it is raining. It’s only 2.3 miles from my office. Sometimes I just want to open my car door at the stop light and roll out, hands over head, into the gates.
- The gifts keep rolling in. I also got a Spirit Animal book for Christmas:
- The Real Housewives and a few other Bravo reality series made other television programming (besides HBO) obsolete in the second half of this decade.
- I saw Up in the Air last night and stayed awake composing a mental essay about film stealing our dreams and shaping our lives into little nuggets of half-assed scenes and full-on stereotypes. Then I thought about how to transmit mental essays, then I dreamt about George Clooney.
- I am so fond of New Years because I have an addiction that I constantly battle – an addiction to nostalgia (and a resistance to hope).
Happy New Year!