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So, 2009, then
Jan. 2nd, 2009 04:02 pmI never know how to start the first post of the year. I generally think of things I want to say during the offline period over Christmas, then forget them or fail to make time to say them, or something catastrophic happens and it all sounds pretty trivial. I have seen the news, about Gaza and Bangkok and the Russian gas and the continuing rumble of the economy doing things it's not supposed to do, and so on, and reviewing stuffing recipes or moaning about the foibles of my family seems rather silly. I'm still going to do it, though, as I have done in previous years. I just wanted to acknowledge that flailing feeling first.
So, anyway, to begin with: I wish you all a joyful New Year; may it be better than 2008 in every way you can think of and several that haven't occurred to you yet.
I haven't really got any New Years Resolutions, because if I make them I'll only feel resentful and do the opposite, but there are several things I'd like to work on in general, including my apparent inability to write about things I've read where people might see what I've written, i.e. here. This is silly. People are not hanging round here in the hope that I might come up with the most insightful criticism of the decade, so I don't need to get performance anxiety about saying what I've enjoyed reading. I should probably also stop eating far more than I really need to: I haven't been exercising much lately, and haven't really adjusted accordingly, with the logical effect on my waistline. Exercise will come back, but slowly, as I feel I can manage it.
So, anyway, to begin with: I wish you all a joyful New Year; may it be better than 2008 in every way you can think of and several that haven't occurred to you yet.
I haven't really got any New Years Resolutions, because if I make them I'll only feel resentful and do the opposite, but there are several things I'd like to work on in general, including my apparent inability to write about things I've read where people might see what I've written, i.e. here. This is silly. People are not hanging round here in the hope that I might come up with the most insightful criticism of the decade, so I don't need to get performance anxiety about saying what I've enjoyed reading. I should probably also stop eating far more than I really need to: I haven't been exercising much lately, and haven't really adjusted accordingly, with the logical effect on my waistline. Exercise will come back, but slowly, as I feel I can manage it.
