- I will not develop Text-neck. Text-neck is the latest physical ailment to worry about. It occurs when folks are looking down reading or writing texts to others, and doing it way too much. If you don’t bump into someone or walk in front of a car, and I hope you don’t, you can give yourself text-neck. (I’m not making that up, it’s potentially the new tennis elbow)
- I will not overshare. Oversharing is becoming a danger to America, and the world. We text folks what we’re thinking or observing or feeling or wish we were feeling; we post to Facebook when our flights are delayed; we post to Instagram when we spy someone doing something weird in their seat on a flight, like sleeping with his shirt off. We do it in 140 characters or fewer which, in a way, does test our creativity. But it nearly always results in oversharing, a word deemed Word of the Year by one volume. It also results in less talking to each other. Conversation may be going the way of the hand-written letter
- I will continue my streak of never attending a movie with the comedy duo of Seth Rogen and James Franco. They learned that the only way they can attract more publicity on a film than an Oscar contender is to threaten the life of a foreign dictator, especially one who is nutty enough to do most anything in retaliation
- I’ll never fly a Malaysian airline
- I will continue not to watching cable news unless there was a real major news event and I shall continue that promise. The Ebola frenzy replaced the inane chatter of their inane anchors with “real” news – scaring the bejesus out of the citizenry over a disease that, while extremely dangerous elsewhere, was well under control in this country
- I will not watch a soccer game. Even though I got into the World Cup the infatuation did not last. I really don’t like watching soccer on television. Same with hockey, really. The World Cup was different because, like March Madness, each game meant something. Otherwise it’s like watching grass grow, paint dry, or someone walking by me texting
I was going to end with a list of folks we lost this year, folks who meant something to me because I was touched by a performance (Robin Williams, Philip Seymour Hoffman), admired their political leadership (Howard Baker, Jim Brady) or their cultural contributions (Ruby Dee, Maya Angelou) but as I began typing it, I found it almost as depressing as when I learned of their deaths. And, I knew I’d omit some. So, I’ll skip that but they are in my thoughts.
For you, I appreciate you checking this blog now and again. Please, tell a friend. And most importantly, have a happy, healthy new year.