Ring out the old . . .
Nothing changes on New Year's Day . . . —U2I've never been a big fan of New Year's. I tend to look at things in a big-picture sort of way, and all today is is just the day after yesterday and the day before tomorrow. Oh, sure, if you are so inclined, the birth of the new year is the ideal time to "start fresh" and resolve to change certain things about your life. (I myself, a few years ago, resolved never to make New Year's resolutions, and it's worked out well for me so far. That same year I also gave up giving things up for Lent, and that's been just swell, too.)
But really, the only thing that makes New Year's matter for me is that I have to buy a new calendar and that for the next six weeks or so, I'll screw up the date on my checks. And that's it. The changing of the year is no more inherently special than the changing of the month or week or day, it just happens less frequently. But it's all the same: old day, new day; old year, new year (for that matter, old millennium, new millennium: does it feel special anymore that we live in the 2000's instead of the 1000's?). It'd just be a pain packing 300,000 people in Times Square every night at midnight instead of just once annually.
And speaking of Times Square, for a holiday in which new things are supposed to be celebrated, why is it the celebration always happens in the same place, with the same ball dropping on the same building, with the same impervious-to-aging host overseeing it all (stroke permitting)? I don't know why ABC even bothered summoning Regis Philbin to replace Dick Clark this year; a little digital wizardry and whammo, D.C. is still rockin' NYE in NYC, telling us all about all the people and all the confetti at 7th and Broadway. We'd have never known the difference.
Yet still, I hoisted some bubbly at midnight. Then I hoisted a few more. I still have a headache. Perhaps that's why I'm so grumpy.
HOUSEKEEPING UPDATE: Man, adjusting things around here is a pain in the keister. I switched to a different Blogger template because all the green in the "Son Of Moto" looked better in theory than it did on screen. I'm still trying to figure out how to add a blogroll, but that takes diving into a frightening mess of HTML code, which I haven't practiced playing around with in more than three years. So don't expect a rush on cleaning this place up. In fact, expect it to look even more crappy until I figure out what I'm doing.
UPDATE: Like now, for instance: for some reason Blogger didn't want to recongize paragraph breaks and turned my post into one huge lump of words. So now I'll have to take a reasoned approach to fixing it, by which I mean I'll click links and buttons at random until it somehow fixes itself. —MJM 3:06
posted by Marsh @ 2:59 PM
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