Plus, for whatever reason, I might be a little giddy from having survived that was. Who knows?
But for whatever reason, "Go Places" by the New Pornographers is resonating with me very strongly today, particularly the section "...I see/what the moral of the back story could be/Come with me, Go places" - which, if I were to punctuate as the day's motto would look like this:
I see what the moral of the back story could be: come with me, go places.And so, I was thinking about something off the academic track of posting today. Something about people I'm thinking about. It's leap year, and it occurs to me there are no cool traditions that go with this rare event. Sure, it signals a Presidential election later in the year and the impending arrival of the Summer Olympics which are far, far superior to their shoddy snowy season sibling (though I maintain the Summer and Winter Games should still be in the same year - marketing be damned). But there's nothing that goes with the actual day except tormenting people born on the day by making the same stale jokes about how they're really only five years old or some such.
But leap years seem interesting when you think about them. A day forced into the calendar to make the calendar jive with the world we actually live in.
So here's my challenge for all of you, on this Leap Year, where we attempt to bring our lives into line with the seasons by re-punctuating the calendar year (one of the great systems of grammar in the world: how we organize the language of time) - pick some bit of text, and reorganize however you see fit. And let's see what you've got.