so, this is the new year

i find New Year's Eve/Day to be the mother of all anticlimactic, dull thuds. like the head of a unknown peasant loped off by a guillotine, January 1st falls hard and aimless, rolling about til we've all cried, sighed, and moved on.

most disappointing, the New Year occurs at my region's most depressing time, when all wintry nostalgia has been exhausted with ample family time and exchanging of gifts.

as someone who has been steadily slaloming along on the Sisyphean continuum of naivete and cynicism, "new beginnings" are annoyingly tempting. i, personally, only like to be optimistic when no one is looking.

that said, i feel pretty good about 2011.