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Hey friends! Happy Solstice, death to the Holly, et cetera, and I for one am ready for some Day Lengthening. I hope you're all making it through the dark ok, I hope the year has been ok in general, and I hope the rest of it and the year to come treat you kindly. (And to anyone who needs it, I wish you fortitude for the holidays. I know it can be a trial sometimes.)

On my end, this has been a very good year. Due in large part to Ruth! Being in her life is a delight and her influence makes me a better me, and also I've probably had more adventures this year than in the previous three combined. Speaking of which, that's what's up with the early New Year's post, here: I'm going to be in Edinburgh and then Belfast with her, and will probably be mostly offline. (Well, night-tweeting in the deep Eurosphere, at most.)

As for next year: It's a big pile of things that are scary but really exciting, and a smaller pile of things that are just plain scary. I'm pretty sure I can handle both piles. Wish me luck, and I'll wish you some.

Anyway! It's kind of insubstantial for a Christmas present, but I figured I'd share this latest mix tape with you. It's short and asymmetrical, it's called "Every Devil As She Pleases," and it's about feeling sorry for yourself but nutting up and setting things right anyway. (I was trying to make a sequel to "Shinier & 1000⨉ Harder," but it insisted on becoming something else.)

Halation blears the freeway signs,
And holy blood turns back to wine.
What each man catches, time releases
—Let every devil as she pleases.

Full download (every_devil.zip)

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.

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.

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