Thursday, January 1, 2009
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds" William Shakespeare
Thank heavens we're here again. Another year to come. And last year did not vear off into outerspace or parallell universes despite all dire warnings. The politicians couldn't find anyone to sell the year off to either. It wasn't outsourced. No doubt it will go into some antique year storage shop somewhere and wait for a buyer. Might well turn up at a garage sale. For now though it's properly there in my memory at least. Not a particularly good year but a whole year and not one bit less. Given dementia's dislike of the new and love of the old, there's a good chance I'll keep it. Who can say about this year?
I suspect reading Scientific American's special issue on Time that Augustine knew as much as we do. It's really uncertain if tomorrow even is present. Best minds suggest that the Improbability Drive used in Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy is indeed propelling Mother Earth.
My best guess is tomorrow is a compromise position on the best wishes and dreams of Jung's collective unconscious. The suicides and homicides cancel each other out and we're left with mostly harmless. Given the old's infantile rage, resentment, covettting and greed are cancelled out by children's dreams for ponies and huggy bears, we're not doing too badly Despite television coverage, most of the earth most of the time is not at war. Even given the anti baby attitudes of DINKS and Yuppies, the population explosion speaks better for Columbus than Malthus. Maybe this year I'll get my porsche space ship.
I wish you all your dreams. If the rapture gets you before me, can I have your stuff? Now that my mother's in heaven there's little chance she'll let me go elsewhere. Global warming is obviously a product of Latin Lovers and Hollywood Hellfire. Right now it's not Canada's problem. It would be as silly to ask Winnipeggers to join a campaign to save mosquitoes from extinction. May you dream of love and joy and laughter the whole year through! God bless. Here's to another awesome adventure! Raise up those glasses of buttermilk and vote for Harley Engines on Wheelchairs. Move over world, we're coming through!