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Sunday, January 06, 2019

New Year

Today is January 6 of the new year 2019.

I have always reluctantly tolerated the long "holiday letters" some folks have shared with me over time. I don't know, the practice just seems somehow narcissistic, creating a journal entry intended to summarize a year of work, play, and family ups and downs. It smacks of the chain letter. On the other hand, I'm not a very good friend--sluggish to reach out and ask how my few true friends are doing, what's happening and why, how can I help and support them. In that other hand, the other side of the coin is also true: I don't share much, really. Perhaps there should be a study of the stages of social media sharing. It might go something like this:
  1. Curiosity
  2. Lurking
  3. Tentativeness  
  4. Emboldened
  5. Oversharing
  6. Embarrassment
  7. Withdrawal
  8. Abandonment
Okay, I haven't worked my way through 6-8 yet, but I suppose I am working on them or scheduled by the higher powers to experience them, and perhaps they are not stages that play out in a linear fashion, but whose elements swell and recede--like tides, but irregularly.

All that to say, Happy New Year.

How about we get along better this year? Speaking for everyone, we are all tired of the division that defines us and each of us is frustrated by over half of the rest of us holding beliefs we cannot believe they hold. This last presidential election, I (and millions of other Americans) put my hopes and dreams in the hands of the one politician I thought could unite us into the future. Along the way Bernie caved to the mechanics of the political machine(s) and the oligarchs won. Now it's as if a giant hand has effortlessly caught the pendulum of government as it was intended to be--swinging from privileged power to concern for the greater good--and we are caught in the absurd present, potentially never to escape. Can I support this new run for 2020? I'm not sure. That may say a lot (or nothing) about its potential success.

I put my head down, I love my family, I teach my charges, and I pray for good. If I see it trending, I will likely raise up my old gray head and support it as I can.

It's all I can do.

You are welcome. What for? For the weirdest holiday letter you'll receive in 2019.

As you were.

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