Post #1 is called New Year’s Evolution
Ok so here it is, January 14th 2020. It’s a Tuesday, I’m writing this real quick and real conversational. There’s a Dem debate with only 5 candidates + a Steyer that just started, but I’m not watching it till I hit “Post” on this.
Ok, bored yet? Well, it gets even more boring: I’m here to publicly shame myself into writing no fewer than 333 words and no more than twice that many every day for the rest of this year, reserving the right to employ some mathematical elasticity wherein, like, it counts if I write 365 posts ending on Dec 31 2020. Gold standard, of course, is if I write 365 posts every day starting now and ending on Jan 14 2121. But it counts if I write two posts every other day. I’ll take it even further and say that it counts even if I write 7 posts every Sunday between now and whenever that = 365 posts. Finally, just to get this on the record—I’m not totally sure this will count, but—I reserve the right to count it if I post this today and then write 364 posts on Jan 13 2121. Gonna think on that a little more. Point is, why limit yourself? Not me. Never that.
Dates are irrelevant. Every day starts a year, shouts out to AHK. Warning: this whole project could get pretty inside-jokey, and when I say “inside joke” I mean INSIDE joke. It’s not like I have inside jokes with a broad audience of fervent followers. I have inside jokes with specific, mostly anonymous, people. For example, AHK may never read this, and there are maybe three other people who know that AHK and I say “Happy New Year” to each other every time we talk.
Dates have significance. Thing is, we are better at defining the significance of dates than the calendar. Society gets to decide that, say, Dec 31 is New Year’s Eve and Jan 1 is New Year’s Day. And they get to put that on calendars. Which, fine. I get it, of course. But it’s 9:23 pm on Jan 14 2020 and I’m very much still experiencing a year that started on Apr 3 2019. I didn’t decide to start a year on Apr 3. It just sorta started. I didn’t get to start a new year on Jan 1. I wanted to more than ever, but I didn’t. More on that later, probably, despite better/worse efforts. If I do this every day, it’s gonna come up. But whatever. All in good time. For now:
I can’t believe you’re reading this. This is the first post. It’s 447 words, and it counts. Happy New Year.
