For some strange reason, we have the habit of celebrating the change from one year to the next.
Apparently, the system was booted on 1st of january 45BC by Julius Ceasar. I’m not sure that, even in his wildest watered wine parties, he envisioned the champagne, foie gras, the Times Square ball of light, or the eejits flying over the International Date Line to celebrate it twice.
In my opinion, this has always been a second rate festival. After the buildup to golden Christmas, this comes as a cheap glittery wannabe climax. You are under the obligation to eat loads (again), drink (again, more), (optional) party.
But anyway, I’ve had a nice year, as imprecisely parametrized solar cycles go. Learned lots of things, met lots of people, started this blog. Gathered loads of ideas. Ray moved in with me from Scotland. Made some plans for yes, 2008.
Next year should be interesting. May it be for you, may it be whatever you want it to be.