Stylized Violence

Its 1/1/07.

The band Death Cab for Cutie said it best:

so this is the new year
and I don't feel any different
the clanking of crystal
explosions off in the distance

so this is the new year
and I have no resolutions
for self assigned penance
for problems with easy solutions

so everybody put your best suit or dress on
let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
as thirty dialogues bleed into one

I wish the world was flat like the old days
then I could travel just by folding a map
no more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
there'd be no distance that can hold us back.

The New Year brings promise, and that's about it. Good things could happen, so could bad. I've some things to look forward to, but speculation and "what if" isn't my bag. I don't play "what if."
The year will unfold as it will with little regard for what I anticipate.