My resolution for the new year is 1920 x 1200

New year, huh? Sure, bring it on!

Like I said on Twitter: I had mixed feelings about 2009, but you know what, "mixed" is a hundred percent better than my feelings on the year before that. 2009 had some gnarly downs (hey August and September: eat a dick), but it also had some actual ups, and so I come to neither praise it nor bury it. Well, I guess it's technically buried anyhow. Whatever?

Anyway, onward. In the new year, I would like to do more of everything: I plan on writing more, exercising more, spending more time with my friends and with people I want to be friends with, making more stuff, exploring more of my city and my world, and hopefully having a lot more sex. The lot of that may take some cleverness, on account of working 40 hours a week and commuting another 10; I don't understand how the rest of you ninetofivers do it, much less folk like b_zedan who spend a helluva lot more time en route than me. I do have a couple ideas of my own, though:

• Kathleen mentioned that her dad eats at his desk and spends his lunch working out, which reminded me that there's a Bally's Fitness literally next door to my job. I could extend my day to 5:40, take an hour lunch, and buy a gym membership, which sounds like a much nicer habit than getting home in the dark and trying to convince myself to go running in the rain. Not that I don't sometimes enjoy it, but Jesus it's hard to keep that up.
• I'll keep writing on the train, but I also want to find a few two or three hour stretches a week where I can just sit in front of my computer and get some serious shit done. That pair of 40-minute bites every day are great for keeping me on-horse and the rough direction of things steady in my head, but sometimes you just need more focus than that.

Actually, I think that's all I got right now. Well, that's okay. It's winter, and life is slow 'til the weather improves, which is fine.

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Also, I guess it's the end of a decade. I don't even know how to parse that; it's been ten years that felt like twenty, and most of the time I feel completely disconnected from who I was in, say, 2000.

This was the decade I grew up in; do I have anything more to say about that? No I do not. Happy New Year.

The book post cannot hear the falconer

Things I Read During December

( Didion, McDougall, and Parzybok )

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And that's it for Zilch Nine: The Year I Totally Flaked on Goodreads. (I don't think I'm gonna bring that site up to date, but I might declare amnesty and start using it again, because I still like the way it sends me my friends' reviews in email every once in a while.)

That's three years now that I've been doing the book review thing, and it was a little shakier this time than it's been in the past. May as well keep it up for 2010, though. I think I will:

• Step it up a bit on 50books_poc—I've got some Adichie and Murakami on deck, and we'll see what happens after that.
• Attack my to-read shelf in a big way (this is partially opposed to the item above).
• Stop making myself buckle down and finish a piece of fiction before moving on to something else—I'll push through a piece of nonfiction that I'm not necessarily feelin', but my reading time is going to be too scarce this year to spend on un-fun recreation.
• Be more willing to just post a few words about a book, instead of having to make every review a multi-paragraph Thing. This'll hopefully make the monthly posts take a little less of my time; a few of the ones this year turned into epic labors, and they really shouldn't have.
• Try and make more recommendations to people. (Confidential to chronographia: Beagle recommendations duly noted; I've been meaning to read more of his than The Last Unicorn for ages.)