This is The End

It being very close to the end of another rather poor year in general (that is, the lunar year of the rabbit), it is with joy that it is cast away for another (that of the dragon)- this written but a few short hours before the change-over.  Not that it really means a whit of difference, or does it?  One really never knows whether everything is determined or not, or whether we can just buckle up and change the course of our own (and others' destiny), or is it as in that fun book of essays collected by the writer of our times SvB- "Why Our Decisions Don't Matter"

Whatever the case, lazy people getting lazier and workaholics working themselves to the bone (a similar train of thought read last evening in my slow dissection of Proust), here is another tidbit to munch on- this, while the majority of this nation (american, that is) but probably not my own readers (who exhibit the same kind of "who cares?"attitude towards the oafish sport of football (not soccer) today can reflect on, while the masses imbibe the swill that is Bud and eat tons of fried garbage.  For them, the end has probably already been here for quite some time.

a sign from one of the bookstores that i pop into quite often.