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I think 2012 is a pretty stupid name for a year. Isn't that like a Rush album or something? (Not that I have anything much against Rush, although I don't like to look at Geddy.) I think we should've skipped 2012, like the Samoans skipped Friday.
Come to think of it, why do we keep naming our years after numbers? Why don't we give them actual names, like tropical storms? Or, you know, awesome names, like, um, um, I don't know, Strychnine. Or Feldspar. Or Muskellunge.
I think 2012 is a pretty stupid name for a year. Isn't that like a Rush album or something? (Not that I have anything much against Rush, although I don't like to look at Geddy.) I think we should've skipped 2012, like the Samoans skipped Friday.
Come to think of it, why do we keep naming our years after numbers? Why don't we give them actual names, like tropical storms? Or, you know, awesome names, like, um, um, I don't know, Strychnine. Or Feldspar. Or Muskellunge.
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Date: 2012-01-04 11:34 pm (UTC)I can't say I loved the book, but it was better than Gravity's Rainbow. (Is that too low a bar?) If I want to read a gigantic novel that's entertaining (as opposed to educational) I usually turn to John Irving.
I loved Moby Dick, on the other hand, but unlike many I loved its randomness/arbitrary scope. It was like falling down a Wikipedia rabbithole before there was a Wikipedia.
2001 was awesome because that was the year Saint Jobs came out with the iPod. What could possibly have overshadowed that?