A New Year

So, I'm back.

10 days off felt like a month. Don't let anyone tell you that the holiday season is just a time for celebration with friends and family: your boy Snowden spent his days uploading so much political philosophy, pop culture, and college football to his brain, he's ready to pop a blood vessel.

So, in the laziest of blogger traditions, I shall start the year with a list of crap I've kept my eye on in the past holy days...

- I think I'm late to this madness, but The Futurist blog is Right-Said Truth. I'm not gonna lie and say that his url doesn't freak me out a little (I'm not quite sure I'm down with The Singularity, and I know I'll be freaking out if it hits us in 2050. I'm only going to be 66 years old then! Given life-expectancy goals, that's like what, an eighth of my life? I want at least 100 years of semi-autonomy!*)

Anyway, he's got a killer post on Iraq. I've had this weird transition in my own view on the war (let's call it anarcho-capitalist brain creep), but those of you out there who've crowed that this war was a "lost cause" need to STFU and read the post. Especially since Your Boy Barack isn't as Cindy-Sheehan as you first thought.

- One of my Poorly Planned Resolutions of the Year 2009 (PPRotY2K9) is that I will Freecycle at least 5 things this year. I'm livin' in Boulder, so you know there's a huge pool of well-maintained-and-sustainable stuff just waiting to be traded. I'll do my best to get in the loop.

- For only being away 10 days, the number of hours I spent just bummin' around Cage Potato is both ridiculous and astounding (ridicu-stounding? astound-ulous?) It's gotta be at least 12 hours.

The upside, though? I have a couple new fighters to follow! To wit, Anthony Johnson and Shinya Aoki. I don't know how I missed Aoki, but any man who fights wearing full-leg tights gets my support and hetero man-crush.

- On the wonky side, I've been reading and re-reading The Rights of Man and essays from Molinari. Don't read 'em if you hate the feeling of indignation or the euphoric joy of comprehension.

- Finally, to let you view some of my daily behavior: I don't watch The Greatest Movie Of The 1990's on its namesake day, rather it's mandatory viewing for me around the beginning of each year. No movie is better at providing the viewer with emotional and philosophical reasons for hope and change. Stop on by here for other readings and discussion on the movie.


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*That little parenthetical rant might be the most-concentrated nerdiness ever written on this blog. I apologize. Don't worry if you only understand 8% of it, that means you lead a healthy and well-balanced life.