For the new year, I've decided to revive some old habits—foremost among them the act of writing on paper. This is not that. But in my experience writing just begets more writing, so it's likely that putting more things in ink will lend itself to more words everywhere. This, at least, is my hope.
Speaking of notebooks, have you seen Woody Guthrie's set of New Year's Rulin's from 1942?
(Image courtesy of BrainPickings)
I don't really do new year's resolutions, but I'm pretty sure I do everyday resolutions—most of them at night, in the moment when you realize insomnia has launched you into the next day—and many of them are written here. Certainly I want every day of 2012 to play and sing good. And there is a part of me that believes that if I work more and better, wash teeth if any, change bed clothes often, read lots good books, learn people better, don't get lonesome, dance better, and love everybody, that I will help keep the hoping machine running and beat fascism.
Happy new year, friends!