You know, I didn't much expect to be psyched for the turn of the calendar, this year, but after a bit of rest, I'm feeling it.
Ten. Years. What the Hel was that, anyway?
The end of the Nineties was such an optimistic time, then, wham.
And though a lot of pretty good things have come of a lot of sucky situations this passing decade, ....what an ordeal. (Especially for a news junkie like me.)
Maybe we'll call it an awkward transition to the 21st century. The 'Aughts,' or 'Naughts.'
Ten years of collective poking and prodding at and screaming about the accumulated damage of the past millenium. The decade without a style, the decade without a zeitgeist worth naming... The decade of really surreal politics... the decade I lost my record collection and can fit most of a year's photo work in a small matchbox.
The year I deliberately bought a variable aperture zoom lens. How weird is *that?*
It reminds me it's the decade I got my eyesight (and photography) back, one I depart with a freezer door full of film about enough functional gear to be going on with, for something... A nice relationship, some more of my civil rights in some places, somewhat less in others...
Let's see... My laptop's tenth birthday is probably coming up, (three cheers for this fellow, what a trooper.)
Mostly, though, I think it's the decade when half the world got online and beat all the pent-up arguments *to death.*
How'd your decade go, folks?