S. Hamley Bildebrandt
“Morningstar is my hot stewardess.”Archive for January 13, 2009
Where was this post going?
I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. If I did, my first one would go something like, “I will post on my blog with ruthless efficiency and read my friends’ blogs with extreme prejudice.” But I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. If I did, I wouldn’t keep them. I lose interest too quickly. You could probably tell I was losing interest in that one as I wrote it. I had to use expressions that I gleaned from action movies like “ruthless efficiency” and “extreme prejudice” just to keep myself interested. I’m not even sure it made any sense. See? Already this has not gone well. If I got in the habit of making New Year’s Resolutions, it wouldn’t be long before I abandoned real resolutions altogether and started making ones involving python hunting and sky roasting (If you don’t know what either of those are, rest assured I will blog about them in future, but since that sounded too much like a resolution, don’t count on it).
As you can see, the key ingredient I lack in making resolutions is, well, resolve. And I’m okay with that. If Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto taught me anything, it’s that resolve is a terrible thing that newly woken giants are filled with. I am not a giant, newly woken or otherwise. And if you doubt the authority of the good Admiral Yamamoto, you should know that his given name in Japanese, 五十六, means 5-10-6. That’s right. His given name is a number. I don’t know if he was part man, part machine. I don’t know if he was a robot sent back from the future to aid his emperor in the conquest of the world. Any way you slice it, you don’t want to cross him. So I trust the man.
It’s not that I have no resolve. I’ve got plenty when it matters, but to pretend that I’m going to do all the little things I never bothered to do before just because I feel like I’ve wasted a year of my life every December the 31st is silly. And for fear of futuristic robot reprisal, I’ll have no part in it.
