I woke from a long, long sleep. Candy cane dreams of marshmallow memories later, some New Year’s Resolutions:
- Maintain a lower-pitched voice, through all things. Even a 보신탕 ingredient knows that high frequencies only cause undue excitement. And low voices are taken so much more seriously. (Although, it is things set to an elongated whine that get stuck in the head.)
- Produce more visible output. Time must be funneled into containers, and dreams will be made flesh—either enacted or have their creative essence tapped. All to manifest in pay cheques; hard cash in place of cushy options. Because ultimately, someone will have to pay.
- Despite the above, regardless the company, abstain from cheaply won distinction. Related: avoid cliches - people, judgment of people, and hence remarks. Self-consciously beautiful and unique snowflakes are so dreadfully predictable.
- Therefore, defeat boredom. It is a contagion of which I may well be diagnosed a carrier. In life’s pendulum swing between boredom and pain, the weight should lean towards pain. Pain is the reminder that one continues producing visible—manifest, worthwhile—output.
- To decide for myself the shade of any chosen grass patch. Even if it lies in unbloggable territory, like too many Saturday nights alone eating pasta. The value of $0.02 overinflated, this socially-networked existence.
