29 January 2010

Day 60 of 100

12/20 of the way through my Hundred Days and I'm not sure it's having the intended effect. I suppose I'm getting stronger, so that's good, but I'm having a mid-hundred day crisis about just how much of a better person all this 'upping is making me.

To make it worse, the feelings of negativity and self-doubt came smack in the middle of Love Week.

Perhaps I thought this project would be a quick-fix for all my shortcomings, and I would just generally become better - in all areas of my life: work ethic, grooming, musical ability, generosity, hand-eye coordination, orienteering and so on. It seems that those expectations may have been unrealistic.

Regardless, I'm sticking with it. I think this is the 'Wall' athletes talk about.

Us athletes. Me and other people dedicated to the pursuit of physical excellence.


Precious few. In fact, just one.

The highlight of this 10-day stretch is when I had the opportunity to participate in Love Week. Not using my inner monologue to convince myself I love doing press ups and sit ups while doing sit ups and press ups, but actually feel some love.

Other participants have been writing stories, drawing comics, making love-themed book art and even walking a heart-shaped route around their neighborhood. I've been doing my press and sit ups every day mostly with weary resignation.

But on Day 56, after heaving my way through my 'ups, I went to the London Buddhist Centre for their lunchtime drop-in meditation.

I joined the rest of the beginners in the small, warm-hued room, stacked myself some sitting cushions and did myself some Metta Bhavana meditation.

Metta Bhavana loosely translates as 'loving kindness'. It's a practice that stimulates positive energy and love for self, others, the universe, and for the final forty days. Afterwards, I felt better. And I think, in some small way, I made the universe a better place.

I plan to tie my 'upping to further meditation sessions, and thus eradicate my negative feelings and boost my betterness.

I gotta good feeling about this.

NOTE: I haven't been keeping up on my 'tours' of other projects. Not since my lists anyway. The accent exercise hasn't really worked, and it's petered out.

But this week I'm back at it. Drawing. As in, finishing my "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain" book. I've been stalled halfway through for about fourteen months.

Going to make the final (pencil) push these 10 days. I'll let you know how it goes.


27 January 2010

Pajama Men on a Train


The Pajama Men last is great comedy theatre - which is why I was barely able to procure a solitary leaning post at the back of the Soho Theatre on a Tuesday night during their extended run.

Turns out there's a big market for surreal, fluid, character-driven comedy. Surreal, fluid, character comics take note.

In this show, The Last Stand to Reason, Mark Chavez and Shenoah Allen set out on a train populated by all kinds of strange folks... and drama.

That's not really what it's about though. The train journey is a vessel for the PJ Men to riff and romp through characters, scenes and scenarios full of wit, wordplay and awesomeness.

I don't want to spoil it for you; if you have a chance to see it, you should. Here's just a taste of what you might expect:

Knock-knock jokes, a lie detector, mime card shuffling, a ghost story, mermaids, a small creature, broken English, a dropped pin, and a corporate asshole describing a powerfully erotic horserace painting.

It almost seems like it wouldn't make sense, but it does. And then some.

Also: it is hysterically funny.


25 January 2010

Wu Tang vs The Beatles


I like my hip hop all mixed up with unlikely sources. I've talked about Jay-Z and Radiohead (Jaydiohead)vs the Grey Album. Both are enjoyable listens - for novelty, but also on their own merit.

So it is with Wu Tang vs The Beatles. Points also for the title: Enter the Magical Mystery Chambers. Download is here.

What is it that is so fucking enjoyable about mashing different styles of music up? For me it definitely goes back to Z-Trip, and the Future Primitive mixtape he made with radar back in 1998. I used to play it at the now-defunct Benny's Bagels UBC, when I was working the graveyard shift.

But I guess for hip hop fans like me, who also appreciate an 80s anthem, 90s alternative, or the Beatles, Stones and other classic rock, there's something especially clever about finding a big fat recognizable hip hop classic that can slip in behind and around an AM radio artifact.

Enter Enter the Magical Mystery Chamber. It's a good listen, which deviates slightly from the formula, by sampling the artists, as well as the artists and Beatlemaniacs circa the British Invasion. It gives it a kind of historical document feel.

The beats, by Tony Caruana, have legs, and ... aw, just give it a listen.

Other albums along the same vein which I've enjoyed are:

The Hood Mixtape Vol. 4

And also highly recommended is The Metermaids remix of their own shit with Surfjan Stevens Illinoise. Nightlife in Illinoise


24 January 2010

On watching the game until the end: Juve-Roma


Last night Roma and Juventus played themselves to a draw. At least that's what I saw.

As I found out later, the end was much more beautiful and joyful than that.

But by the time the game went into extra time, I had acquiesced to my wife's insistence that we watch something we enjoy together. Instead of football - she may be 100% Roman, but she's not 1/10 the Romanista I am.

I had ambushed her with the Roma-Juventus game on a Saturday night, and she had responded surprisingly well.

In fact we watched 89 or so minutes of it, with very little complaint. It was a 1-1 draw - not ideal, but an away draw for Roma was not at all a bad result. As a bonus, Totti had scored from the spot to tie the game up in the 66th minute - his first ever goal in Turin against the Old Lady.

When I agreed to switch the feed, Juventus was just sending on a substitute. It seemed as if the two coaches would just run the clock out. I felt I had pushed my luck far enough - why burn the goodwill for a couple of stop-and-start minutes of substitutions and half-hearted hoofing of the ball around the pitch?

This is what I missed, about 88 seconds later:

An insane and perfectly timed slide tackle, quick run, and threaded assist from the Midfield Midget General David Pizarro.

Textbook finish to a streaking run from leftback John Arne Riise.

It was a brilliant sequence, the kind that all football fans watch and hold their breath for. Then celebrate together.

And did you hear that impartial English announcer? He is a pro: he watches a lot of football. Yet he felt a surge of adrenalin in that thrilling moment. You can hear it in his voice.

But for a true measure of the excitement, you need to watch that clip again, with a proper Roman fan calling the play (you will not be disappointed):

Not that Carlo Zampa is known for his restraint, but he shouted GOL!! nineteen times, which is only significant in that it's a pretty good indication of the jubilation that moment produced for i Romanisti. And no, watching the highlight after the fact is not the same.

Consider my lesson learned.


22 January 2010

Comedic Endurance: The Improvathon


Good improvisation is led by the subconscious. It is sub-liminal linkages in someone's head informing and shaping that person's thoughts and choices. Of course, those unfiltered ideas are built on, twisted, subverted, and developed by the other performers.

And it all comes together neatly, as improv always does.

More or less.

Something I personally have not done, despite years of being an improviser is sleep-deprived improv - certainly not to the tune of 50 hours(!)

But any endurance-based marathon of improvisation is a perfect union: one made in a billowy dreamstate by a hallucinating character actor and an overtired comedian.

In other words: gold. Shiny, shiny - Bright! Shimmering! Shiny! - gold.

This weekend, starting in just some hours, is the 3rd Annual London Improvathon. I will not be participating, but I will be watching. It starts on Friday evening and carries on until Sunday evening. It is "a 50-hour improvised comedy set in Victorian England." So it will also be a surreal history lesson. Nice.

I'm planning a visit to The Sticking Place early on Saturday afternoon to see how things are going after a single sleepless night, and then another visit later on Sunday - when shit will undoubtedly be its most nuts/inspired.

For the record, there will be some Canadian representation. Members of Edmonton's Die Nasty, and Toronto's Kurt Smeaton will be bringing a little bit of Canuck spirit.

Also, not everybody will be doing the whole 50 hours, which, if you ask me, makes some sense, because you don't necessarily want the inmates running the asylum.

Tally ho!


19 January 2010

Day 50 of 100

Jon Bon Jovi said it best:

"Whooaaaaa-ooooh, we're halfway the-eere."

It's been awhile since the lyrics and soaring emotive power of a glam rock chorus has had so much relevance to my personal life.

It fact it's been four days.

Friday night I blasted Journey's 'The Final Countdown' for Chiara as we raced through the final formatting edits of her essay, deadline looming. Sometimes a little cock rock is just what the situation calls for.

Like now, we're literally halfway there with the Hundred Days project.

It feels good.

Some notes:

I've hit a wall with the press ups. I always need to take a break in the mid thirties (I try and keep this break to just a quick ten-count). I have yet to break through this wall. But I'm hoping I'll be able to get to forty press ups without pause sometime in the next ten-days.

On the Day 40 check in I was feeling pretty proud of myself and my muscularizing physique, then last week Cristiano Ronaldo comes along with a whole slew of underwear ads. That asshole has an impressive physique.

If ever I needed proof that he was a prick, his rock-hard abs staring out from the page, mocking my own efforts at self-improvement, put him beyond the pale.

Apparently he does 3,000 sit ups a day, making my own efforts look futile and useless. Although quite frankly I think that's going a bit far, that guy needs to chill.

However, that's not to say I was entirely inactive on the hanging-around-in-my-underwear front. While that douchebag was getting paid bags of cash to lay around in his pants, on Day 41 I kept it real by taking the tube in my underwear.

This was as a participant in the London No Trousers Event. Part of the global No Pants Day.

Anyway, halfway to One Hundred.

It's time to rock out, because it's all uphill from here.

PS: Apparently I've already done 1275 'ups. Thanks to whomever at Hundred Days counted 'em.


14 January 2010

Cupcakes were in the house!

I made cupcakes yesterday. That's them in the photo.

This is significant for the following reasons:

1. I've never baked before. But despite this lack of experience:
2. They are delicious.

I may not do much else other than baking cupcakes for the next little while, because there's something intensely satisfying about seeing a bunch of stuff you mixed together in a bowl become delicious cupcakes.

So delicious in fact, that, sooner rather than later, I may have to get back at the baking to bake some more. Because we've already eaten the whole lot, except for one.

And I don't like the chances of that one lasting much beyond the next half hour.

CUPCAKE UPDATE: Turns out I can also bake chocolate cupcakes! Even if it involves me freestyling on the recipe they'll come out delish.

I'm un-fucking-stoppable, cupcake-baking-wise.

Here's a catchy little song about a man with a great mustache and his intense longing for a cupcake.


11 January 2010

Hesitation challenges: Just a Minute


I recently had the opportunity to play a couple rounds of Just a Minute.

But a few months ago I listened to it for the very first time, not knowing anything about it, and wrote a little review. This was early on in my Arts Criticism class, and my time here in the UK.

Click through for that review.

I spent the first part of BBC Radio 4’s Just a Minute trying to avoid being mesmerized by the bantering and buzzing long enough to figure out what exactly the rules were. As it turns out, the rules aren't very important; they are just a loose structure to give the wit and whimsy of the panellists a place to play. Once I realized this I relaxed. In fact, I may have relaxed too much.

The point of the long-running panel game show is simple: the host gives a panellist a topic. The panellist has to speak on this topic for one minute. This is not as easy at it might sound. Any of the other panellists can 'challenge' on the basis of hesitation, deviation, or repetition.

If the challenge is upheld (and it seems to be rather arbitrary – at one point 'charity' was deemed an acceptable challenge) then the challenger takes over. And so on. There are some other rules, and a points system, but again: they are there merely to allow the guests and host to trade banter, barbs, and tangents.

The topics were quite eclectic: the first one was ‘porcupine gestation'. There were others too, only I don't remember any of them. I was so engrossed that not only do I not remember a single other topic discussed, neither do I remember the names of the guests, nor did I take a single note. This is what is known in critical circles as a ‘rookie mistake’, though I prefer to view it as an ‘emphatic endorsement of the programme’.

There is one other specific thing I remember: at one point host Nicholas Parsons became so frustrated with the lacklustre end-of-round whistling of his assistant Elaine Wigley that he halted the proceedings. He then insisted she give the whistle a hearty pea-rattling. After some gentle teasing she managed, and the game resumed.

Though this could be considered a deviation from the game itself, the whole point of the programme really is amusing diversions, and this was yet another example. There was also a possibility that it would be embarrassing for Wigley, but as with all aspects of the show, the teasing was affectionate.

The camaraderie and humour of Just a Minute made for a very enjoyable half hour. After which the show disappeared back into the BBC iPlayer, never to be retrieved, leaving gaping holes in my research.

That's OK. I may not remember the names of the panellists, or the topics, but I did learn a valuable lesson: just because you don’t know (or remember) all the specifics about your subject should be no impediment to speaking about it.

Sometimes it's more fun that way.


10 January 2010

Trouserfree Tube: No Pants 2010, London

Photo: Idil Sukan

In the UK, 'pants' always means 'underpants'. 'Overpants' are always referred to as 'trousers' here.

Though embarrassing in the UK, in the rest of the 15 countries involved, the event is actually called No Pants 2010.

This small distinction resulted in much cross-cultural hilarity as the North American participants in the No Pants Subway Ride 2010: London (myself included) were prone to referring to it as a 'No Pants' event. The Brits would have none of it - it is a 'No Trouser' event here.

Regardless of what you call your leg-coverings, we all took them off and went for a ride on the underground in our underwear.

The Trouserfree London Tube Ride had about 32 'agents' - as Improv Everywhere event participants are known. There was also some three photographers snapping pics. Idil's Flickr set is here.

After some logistical hurdles and an - as it turned out - overly-optimistic holding pattern ("but 200 people signed up on the facebook group!"), we set out on foot from Trafalgar Square to chart a course from Leicester Square to Earl's Court on the Picadilly Line.

In our pants.

We spread out along the platform and prepared to enter the train (as if we were all strangers). As the train approached I was already reading. Besides being a pretty strong piece of commuter camouflage, I still had a couple sections of my Saturday Guardian to get through.

After the first stop we all awaited the signal from Team Leader Seamus to drop trou. Initially, when the six of us in my carriage all de-trousered, the reaction was mild surprise.

Or the old "Look! Don't look!" gambit.

I just leaned up near the door, at the end of the car. Reading. Finally the guy next to me (after a few stops) asked me why I took my trousers off.

“It’s hot in here,” I explained.
“But what about them?” he asked, gesturing to the other bare legs in the carriage.
“Yeah, they took theirs off too,” I agreed.
For some reason this seemed to satisfy his curiosity.

After our trip to Earl's Court, we took the return trip to Leicester Square. It was pretty crowded on the way back. This meant that most people could only really see one agent at a time. There were some stifled giggles, and quizzical looks, but no interaction that I noticed. Except for the lady who got up and changed seats to be further away from me - not so much interaction, but at least acknowledgment.

Then we went to the pub.

With some confusing instructions and the general tendency for people wandering around tube stations in their underpants to operate with less than military-grade precision, our group had begun to dwindle.

By the time we exited the tube and made for the pub we were about a dozen. Almost all had re-panted for the exit of the tube, save for myself and three other holdouts.

After a quick celebratory beer, (now retrousered) I bade farewell to the rest of the agents and made my way for another tube ride. This time I would be doing it in my denim pants, not in my under pants.

PS: When I did my farewell-bading, Seamus was still in his shamrock boxers. He said he'd take the tube home in them. I don't doubt that he did.

PPS: It's tough to gauge reactions while affecting an air of nonchalance (or reading the paper), but they seemed quite mild. However it was the mild mischief, rampant silliness, and camaraderie among the agents that really made this worthwhile.

PPPS: 147 years ago - January 10, 1863, the London Underground first opened. What better way to commemorate this momentous occasion than to have a bunch of strangers ride the tube in their underthings?

Right, there should also be cake.

UPDATE: Daily free paper The Metro does a nice little write-up.
Also featured on the London Underground blog. Also on Sky News. Seems to have been quite a newsworthy event.


09 January 2010

5 More Lists: The Other 1/2 of 1/10 of 100 Days


As part of the Hundred Days project I'm making lists - for this ten day stretch (Day 30-40). You'd know that if you saw the first five.

This is, of course, in addition to all the press ups and sit ups.

The listing project was inspired by Elise in Brighton. She's doing some great stuff. So I decided to give it a try. Some lists I made up, and some I sought out.

I enlisted the internet in my searching. This is because I find making clever, interesting, funny, thoughtful lists very time-consuming. Also, I'm already doing lots of pressups and situps (40 of both today).

Here's the second five lists:

Day 36: Words I just learned:
1. Dipsomania: – noun an irresistible, typically periodic craving for alcoholic drink.

I love words. And dipsomania even made an appearance in the script for Accidental Death of an Anarchist, yet until this day (36), I didn't know the meaning. Now I do. I'm going to use it every time I need a drink. Who says you can't have a list with just one item on it? Not I.

Day 37: Things I could be doing right now:
1.Planning a holiday.
2.Sending emails to friends and loved ones.
3.Watching a really good movie.
5.Making balsamic semi-dry tomatoes
6.Searching for pre-made lists with contents that I enjoy
7.Editing some of my writing.
8.Writing some writing.
9.Reading the paper with my feet up on the coffee table, perhaps with a scotch, and thinking about how nice it would be to own a dog I could train to bring me slippers in such situations.
10.Shopping for a dog online.

Day 38: John/Jane Doe in other countries.
I'm just an average guy, and I think this is an above-average list. Of course they'd use other names in other places. From here.

Netherlands- Jan Modaal, Jan Lul
Australia- Fred Nurk, Joe Farnarkle
Belgium- Jan Janssen, Piet Pietersen
Philippines- Juan dela Cruz
Finland- Matti and Maija Meikäläinen
Indonesia- Si Polan
Iceland - Jóna Jónsdóttir
Great Britain- Joe Bloggs
Israel- Israel Israeli
Italy- Mario Rossi
Austria- Hans Meier, Herr und Frau Österreicher
Japan- 名無しの権兵衛 (Nanashi no Gonbei)
China- Chan Siu Ming
Korea- Hong, Guil Dong
Croatia- Ivan Horvat
Poland- Jan Kowalski
Portugal- Zé Ninguém
France- Jean Dupont
Sweden- Erik Johansson
Switzerland- Herr und Frau Schweizer
USA- John Doe, Jane Doe, John Q. Public, Joe Blow, Joe Sixpack
Russia- Vasya Pupkin

Winner: Fred Nurk

Day 39: Things I like about living in London/UK
1.Full English (Actually full vegetarian English) breakfast: Niggling point: Toast comes separately? Really? You need to re-think that policy.
2.Newspaperiffic: They're everywhere. All the time. Full of inserts, pull-outs, commentary, punditry, insight, photos, recipes, reviews, news, and so on &c. Great for reading. Great for a writer. Niggling point: They take so much time to read. It's madness. Especially the weekend paper. Fuck me, it is unwieldy.
3.Pubs everywhere: Not all are amazing, but there's so many that are cozy and full of specialty beers and decent (and not too fancy-pants) food. Or just a bag of crisps. The perfect place for lounging and chatting, reading your weekend papers, watching the footie, watching the people, just sipping beers and whatever... Yeah.
4.Events and Activities Every-Fucking-Where: I haven't been out much since we've been here for many reasons. One reason is that with all of this stuff to do, what do we do!??! Stay home? OK. So much easier.
5.Victoria Park: Lungs of the eastside.
6.No regional blocks on BBC's iPlayer: Sure there's alot of Top Gear and Eastenders on - shows I'm not going to get into, but I recently watched the RSC's modern Hamlet with David Tennant (Dr. Who) as the Danish prince and Patrick Stewart (Picard) as Ghost/Claudius, Dizzee Rascal live in concert with the London Philharmonic, enjoy some Shaun the Sheep, Mock the Week, a one hour special on slapstick comedy... Thanks Auntie Beeb!
7. Coldest winter in 30 years.

Day 40: Lists don't get much better than this one. The master of Top Ten lists himself, Dave Letterman, with Casey Kasem delivering the Top Ten List of Top Ten Numbers From One to Ten.

For Day 40-50 I'm going to do something that will no doubt make me a better person, even if it's not really 'touring' someone else's pledge and may not provide tangible results:

Spending a little time each day working on my English accent (I'm thinking standard BBC English, although who knows, depending on the day I might mix it up).


Day 40 of 100


I'm still pressing and sitting up to become a better person. I'm 3/5 of the way done. For a look back at the beginning, check here.

I'm starting to see some changes. That is, I think I'm becoming buffer. I'm hoping that this is my shortcut to a Ben Stiller-esque career of making jokes and showing off my taut, muscular chest. Muscles and jokes is a sure-fire comedy goldmine.

And I've almost got the muscles.

But at what cost?

I'm dreading more and more the point in my morning when I need to press and sit up. Although, the other muscle I'm developing is my very English stiff upper lip, so it's actually less dread, and more weary resignation.

Highlight Days:

To be honest, the days are all kinda blending into one another in terms of the 'upping. In fact the thirties will be remembered as the decade when I had trouble remembering what day it was. (This applies mostly just to this event).

Although I guess it was around Day 32 that, in a moment of impulsive machismo, I tried to flip right from sit ups into press ups. It was, to date, the only time I needed to take a break during my sit ups. From here it was easy to accept Chiara's suggestion of a break between my 'ups.

General highlight: I think Chiara is really starting to dig it. I did forty sit-ups this afternoon (no stopping) and she came over to where I was collapsed on the carpet to dole out some fond (proud? admiring? horny?) kisses. I like this unforeseen side effect.

As for the press ups: Today I got 25 done. Had to stop for about a twenty count, and then did the other 15. This need for a mid-pressing pause first happened at about day 35 (though, if I'm being totally honest, I took a couple breaks before then too). I'm hoping that by Day 100 I'll be able to do say, 85 press ups, then take a short break, and finish with the last 15. We'll see.

One more thing:
This event next week, featuring she-behind-the-100 Days event Josie Long.

(That link goes to the website of Eddie Ross, who is a hundred dayer, doing a brilliant comic. I also had the pleasure of interviewing him for the arts feature I wrote on the event, which I'm trying to get published. IN PRINT).


04 January 2010

5 Lists: 1/2 of 1/10 of 100 Days


As part of the Hundred Days project I'm making lists - at least for this ten day stretch (Day 30-40). This is, of course, in addition to all the press ups and sit ups.

The listing project was inspired by Elise in Brighton. She's doing some amazing lists. Instead of trying to get too much in on that and cramp her style, I decided in large to just highlight lists that I like.

This is because I find making clever, interesting, funny, thoughtful lists very time-consuming, and I'm on holiday. Also, I'm already doing lots of pressups and situps (35 of both today).

Anyway, just to catch up on the first five lists:

Day 31: Month names of the French Revolution calendar. This list is interesting on its own, plus it's new year's relevant. I also wonder now if my fascination with it has anything to do with the fact that during this project, my own calendar is shifted into a base 10 system...

Day 32: For New Year's Day - which is always full of resolutions - this list, from Salon magazine. It's important to read and take to heart if you're a creative type and thinking about packing in all your bad habits. The Seven Vices of Highly Creative People. That's right. Vices.

Day 33: A short list of things I've forgotten:
1. My great idea for my list today. I had it in my mind on my way back from buying some produce, but now it's gone.
2. To get tickets for the Pajama Men show: I really want to see this - these guys are awesome.
3. My notebook on the train. Unbelievably this was the second time I've done this. Only this time I also forgot a library book. It had a year's worth of scribblings, ideas, doodles, as well as my haikus and list ideas. I'm trying not to be too angry and upset about this. Maybe 2010 is about letting go, I guess. I hope the library agrees.

Day 34: In honour of the improv audition I had today I present a list of the worst audience suggestions one can get.

5. Diarrhoea
4. Rape
3. Comedy
2. Slow-motion-backwards-talking-Bollywood-mime musical
1. Spatula

Day 35: my favourite animal grouping names. Pack of wolves, school of fish, and pride of lions are all pretty good, but there's so much more goodness out there.

1.Sleuth of bears - Bears that solve crimes!
2.Parliament of owls - Owls are smart like politicians!
3.Intrusion of cockroaches - Nobody invites cockroaches anywhere!
4.Memory of elephants - Elephants have long memories! And trunks!
5.Flamboyance of flamingoes - Pink!
6.Murder of crows - A sinister black cloud of ominous foreboding!
7.Barrel of monkeys - Good times!
8.Coalition of cheetahs - It's alliterative!
9.Army of frogs - Well-disciplined and war-like!

I know 'murder of crows' is pretty well-known, but it's also fucking awesome. As is the slightly less menacing 'unkindness of ravens', which probably should've made the list. More animal group names here and there.

That's the first 5 lists. Also, take note that I'm not the only one trying on other projects. But where I call it 'touring', Lizzie Poulton calls it 'plagiarism'.

Tomato, tomahto.

This week she's doing a collapse of press ups!


03 January 2010

New Year: It's Twenty-Ten!


It's a new year. So far it's pretty good, though I haven't left the house much. Or because I haven't left the house much. Anyway, it's pretty relaxed so far.

The most pressing issue of this nascent year is what to call it:

Is it "Two-thousand and ten?"

Or is it "Twenty-ten?"

The answer is so obvious as to be laughable: obviously it's Twenty-ten. Obviously.

Less syllables (therefore faster to say) and less sounding like you got lost in your time machine (less explanations about your time machine, which will also save you time).

So easy.

That's another thing I like about this year: the simplicity and swiftness of the decisions. There will be little in the way of the dithering, hedging, and procrastinating that plagued the last decade.

This year is a year of action. Quick decisions and powerful forward-motion. Which, I expect will be the gateway to a decade of further cutting our syllables down so we can get tonnes of shit done. Like inventing that time machine we're all looking forward to.

So... yeah. Fuck yeah! Twenty-ten!