- 1 January 2001
- A Lovely Binary Day
- Its cold. Its grey. Its cold and grey. 2001 would appear to be exactly like 2000, and nothing at all like Arthur C. Clarkes book of the same name.
There is, however, one nice thing about the date, if not the day. In numerical shorthand, today is 01.01.01. That wont happen again for another three thousand five hundred and sixty-nine days.
This promises to be a good millennium for numbers.
- 2 January 2001
- A Photographless Day
- I was about to go to bed when I realized I didnt make a photograph today. If I dont take a photograph before I go to sleep, I cant take a photograph a day this year as Id considered doing.
After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that I made a photograph every day in 1999, and that I wasnt pleased with the results. I thought I might give the experiment another try this year, then decided against it. As a result, I felt marginally sane, at least using Albert Einsteins definition. True insanity is using the same behavior and expecting different results.
- 3 January 2001
- Protruding Onion Rings
- I cut a couple slices off an onion in order to balance my underwater salmon with an underground vegetable. They seemed happy together, nestled between two slices of bread.
Ten minutes after Id sliced the refrigerated onion open, I noticed that the plane of the intact half of the onion had been broken by onion rings protruding from the center of the semi-bulb.
I ran for my camera in order to document the spectacular union of the culinary arts and the botanical sciences.
- 4 January 2001
- Playing the Nukunono Card
- I just found out that last year wasnt all it could have been.
Alphonse phoned me from Hawaii to remind me that we were in Thailand a year ago. Since even I can remember what happened a year ago, I asked him why he called.
It turns out that he just wanted to boast that his 2000 was longer than my 2000. He said that having started the year in one time zone and ended it in a later one, hed spent eight thousand eight hundred and days in 2000, ten more hours than me, and seventeen hours more than our friends in Bangkok.
The jokes on you, I replied. Im spending this new years eve on Nukunono in the Tokelau Islands.
Where in the hell is that? Alphonse demanded.
Nukunonos just east of the International Date Line, I explained. That means my 2001 will be longer than yours can possibly be.
Alphonse called me a bad, bad name I shant repeat, then hung up.
2001 promises to be good as well as long.
- 5 January 2001
- Longer Showers Forecast
- I received an anonymous email criticizing my water conservation strategy. The innominate author told me, you have the wrong end of the stick when it comes to showering. S/he elaborated on that curious remark by positing that one should use as much water as possible, especially when and where water is scarce.
People like you are the problem, s/he continued. Conservation leads to overbuilding; you shouldnt encourage developers with your irresponsible behavior.
Ive never had my showering technique challenged before, but I suppose the unknown author did have a point. From now on, Im having long showers. I suppose specious reasoning will serve me as well in the shower as it always has elsewhere.
- 6 January 2001
- Gullibility Exists
- When I ran into Daniel at the library, I decided to reopen an old debate by announcing that I had conclusive proof the word gullibility doesnt exist.
We went through that ages ago, remember? Daniel replied. I even showed it to you in the dictionary.
I guess you must have used a slang dictionary, or one of those special dialect references, I argued. If you dont believe me, check out the two-meter long Oxford dictionary on the first floor. If it aint in there, then it aint a word.
Daniel took the bait, and headed for the stairs. He returned ten minutes later waving a sheet of paper at me.
Look at this! he huffed after walking up four flights of stairs. Gullibility really does exist!
I glanced at the copy of the dictionary page and shrugged my shoulders.
I guess youve certainly proved that, I said with a smile.
Daniel didnt seem too pleased, despite having won the argument. I guess hes just one of those people who suffers from hedonophobia.
- 7 January 2001
- Its Halftime
- Its my birthday today, as it always has been on the seventh day of January ever since I was born. At forty-five, I figure Im about halfway through life, although thats purely conjecture.
Im not sure if I count the first fifteen years as living. Childhood was just a long, post-larval stage; life really began when I left the nest and discovered art and kissing and drinking (not necessarily in that order) and more art and more drinking and so on.
So if I write off the first decade and a half of my life, I suppose its still more or less halftime in that the last fifteen years of a hypothetical ninety-year life will probably involve missing out on almost as many things as I did when I was a child. Maybe even some of the same things, such as being more or less independent.
I have a plan for the remainder of my life, and my plan is to have no plan. Or, as John Cage advised, Experience not knowing what will happen next.
- 8 January 2001
- Blank Verse
- I quite enjoyed _____, the _____ I received for _____. I particularly liked the technique employed _____ eight, where the _____ purported to _____ by filling _____ in a half-_____ of sordid _____.
I think Ill try it myself, _____.