It’s all so darned seasonal. A week ago it was all Santa Claus this and Jingle Bells that, a few weeks before that it was Thanksgiving and everywhere you looked, some blogger was writing a blog about all of the things they were thankful for, and now the New Year is almost upon us and some eager beavers are already posting their resolutions and the internet is chock-a-block with retrospective lists: biggest stories of 2012, celebrity deaths of 2012, greatest viral videos of 2012, cutest cat photos of 2012 and on and on. There are more possible retrospective listicles like that then there are days in the year.
Contrary to expectations, the world did not end in 2012
I find them interesting, though, because a year is a long time and by the time you get to the end of it, you’ve forgotten most of the stuff from the beginning, unless you’re Adrian Monk. In fact, a book I’m working on now is sort of a retrospective of the last 15 months or so.
It was in September of 2011 that I got onto Twitter. Since then, I’ve been leaving a very small tweet, a timid, hesitant chirp if you will, every day. Two lines, rhyming, which is about all I can fit in with the character limit. A short couplet which in some way encapsulated the idea of the blog. Was supposed to, anyway.
Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn’t. I look through them now and some of them remind me immediately of those days and those events, and some are interesting as short poems but I’m not sure what they originally referred to, but taken as a whole it’s a nice walk down memory lane.
It’s also kind of a gimmicky book that I can write every year. I’ll let everybody know when it’s finished and on Amazon.
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