There is nothing to be gained by looking backwards. Savor this moment and then move forward. That's my personal plan and my best advice on this New Year's Eve. You may quote me.
So that's it – no retrospective look back at '08, no best of /worst of lists, no maudlin regret that another year has passed. I'm not entirely opposed to the tradition of summing up the year in a too-brief limited example so I would suggest to you that this is the best comment anywhere on any piece written anywhere on the internet.
In a jezebel piece on mid-century food writer/anthropologist Clementine Paddleford, commenters responded to the line "Tell me where your grandmother came from and I can tell you how many kinds of pie you serve for Thanksgiving". Among the many personal recollections of grandmas and their relationship to pies is buried this gem:
fucking pies. She makes Bloody Mary's & Russian Quualudes, gets
everyone drunk, dances the samba in her seamed stockings, and then goes
home when it's time to clean up.
If I were to make anything approaching a life plan for the coming year, this would be the template I would use.
Happy New Year.
