Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Small Year Starts Now

Did anybody see The Big Year? I did. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be but not as good as it could have been either. This movie is the Steve Martin reference to think of in terms of my small year, not the 1977 album "Let's Get Small." That was about drugs. I remember that from when I was just a kid. My dad had the genuine vinyl. "One time I got so small I was sucked up in the vacuum. Then the pill wore off. I was in the shape of a vacuum for A WEEK!" That's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the opposite of the movie — a year with no adventure, no competition, no bonding with new friends, no travel. I'm going to try to spend the least amount of money possible while maintaining a high level of personal happiness. I plan to accomplish this by doing whatever I want whenever I want. I also want to encourage other people to do that, which is why my new banner isn't ready yet. My friend Steve has had other things he'd rather do the last few weeks than work on my banner. I think it sets the proper tone. Who says I have to make the blog look just right on the first day? I do what I want. Tomorrow is fine, the next day. I don't care. I do what I want. Deadlines are for people with jobs. As long as none of my skills are worth money the only thing that makes demands on my schedule is the weather.


  1. I also saw The Big Year, and also thought it was not as bad as it could have been yet not as good as it could have been.

    I laughed when I read that the banner is not ready yet, and how you felt that set the proper tone.

    Good look in your ambition to accomplish as little as possible over the next 12 months. May you be wildly successful (or an abject failure, since either sounds like a pretty nice outcome).

  2. I only see movies when they're old enough to be out on DVD.Is that one on DVD? Never mind, it has Jack Black. And he annoys the shit out of me.

    I hate sitting in theaters with the great unwashed, the candy wrapper crinklers and the assholes who can't remember to turn off the damn cell phones.

    Also, if there's pee on the seat when I go to use the bathroom here at home, it's pretty easy to narrow down whose it might be.

    If I did not have to go to work, what would I do?

    Interesting to ponder, but for now at least, I would not want to be without my current job. I love it. And I'm happy there.

  3. Here is an interesting book about a rather more Northern female hermitage. I read it a long time ago, and recall that it was quite good: