It’s silly to get all excited about the New Year. After all, isn’t a year just a cultural assignment of meaning to an otherwise meaningless point in time? And what is the New Year but a serial ascension that mirrors precisely the banal progression of one moment to the next. It was 2006 before, and now it’s 2007. Big deal. New Years resolutions? Ridiculous. Breaking them is as much a cliché as making them; it is simply one more time of the year dedicated to people making promises—and ...

Believe it or not, the ivory has mostly yellowed and I am considering turning it in for something more disposable. A piano, perhaps, or a bag of napkins. My sense of value is all distorted, you'd say, but you'd be forgetting the most valuable thing in the world: the thing you you need right now. Now. It's a magical time, a magical place. It is the blade that was too dull to split infinity in two; it is the tip of a rubbing pencil, summoning the pre-existing into perception. Of course,...

This one goes out to all the articles I began but never finished. Sometimes you give it all you've got but it just isn't enough. This one goes out to all the loves that almost happened. They're spread across the nation and the world by now, and (but maybe this is a coincidence) so am I. This one goes out to everybody still looking for their place in the world. "Lost" may not be the best place to be, but it's certainly not the loneliest. This one goes out to the tears that dropped ...