2010 should be ashamed of itself; it should be taken behind the shed and thwacked with a shovel. It should be jumped in a dark alley and relieved of its wallet. It should be picked last for dodgeball, left in a car with the windows rolled up during summer, and allowed to run down cement stairs with scissors, knitting needles and a cactus.
Sure, there have been worse years for the world, and no doubt worse years in the future, but 2010 went all out to turn almost all countries not named China into trembling wrecks. It waterboarded America’s economy. It unleashed tsunamis, destroyed a whole country with an earthquake, dished out bizarrely terrible weather, swine flu, and a Republican-held House. A hole was punctured in the Gulf of Mexico that had serious scientists discussing a tidal wave of fire and oil destroying the southern part of America. All 2010 was missing was a space shuttle disaster, or it could have had the EGOT.
On the personal side, at least for us, it has been a struggle buttressed by some really awesome things. I’ve already dished some of the harder parts (excluding something that happened after I wrote those blogs), and I had the worst depressive freefall since I started drugging myself to make the noonday demons leave me alone.
And yet, we sold a great show idea to ABC and are working with some producers who are smart, insightful and trust us. And then there’s the Lulubeans, such a shiny, absurd, awesome beacon of lighthouse lumens that any year with her in it can’t possibly be that bad. Anymore, I just long to inhabit whatever dreamscape she’s got going at any given moment.
It is because of this, or perhaps the ludicriousness of 2010, that I can finally say this: despite the laundry list of bad shit, despite America’s politics going down the fuckin’ toilet, despite hope being all but erased from the progressive landscape, and the environment becoming a sick, morbid joke… I don’t really care. I still obsess over music and writing and friends and technology and philosophy and all the things we discuss here, but 2010 taught me a lesson in letting go. Because, you know, it offered so much to let go of.
And so we bid adieu to a crappy year topping off a shitty-ass decade, which lends new meaning to “happy new year”. We’re all really in need of something different, so it is with revitalized energy that I wish you all a very happy, and very new year.