New Year's resolutions for each of my five loves (besides my better half, of course).
Art
I have been fortunate to become bemused while looking at the Mona Lisa in Paris' wonderland, The Louvre. By the way, I still haven't recovered from her happiness, or is that sadness? What I want from art is more bemusement, give me pieces that actually force we mere mortals to use more than 10% of our brain. Society is already sinking by respecting plastic, we need creativity to save us! Enough of 15 seconds of fame via social media and respecting false idols that wouldn't know what critical thinking and intellect was, even it was explained to them.
Film
To see a film that actually make my brain explode, so much so, that I will lose sleep over it for all of eternity. All this technology and no one can match the awe of Blue Velvet (1986). Time for me to consider a change of career just to rectify the sad state of art house cinema. I urge the Texas Film Commission to take a page out of the burgeoning film communities in the South, such as Georgia and Louisiana and provide more incentive for film making. It's downright embarrassing that 'Dallas Buyers Club' was shot in New Orleans.
Hockey
For my beloved Minnesota Wild to finally lift Lord Stanley's Mug. There's less chance of this happening than Texans divorcing from firearms, but a new year brings with it delusions of grandeur. If a miracle occurs, I will ride my bike straight through middle America to go crazy with the great State of Hockey. I can only live in a city that houses an NHL team, that leaves me with 31 choices throughout North America (apologies to the rest of the world). In 2018, I want the 30 cities outside Dallas to lure me away with offers of season tickets, preferably those located in regions that play outdoor hockey on frozen ponds.
Politics
Place a blanket ban on discussing illiterate bigots that occupy higher office. As humans we already devote way too much time to meaningless things, do you really want to die knowing you spent every waking moment on social media? Or heaven forbid, watching news than actually experiencing life. If you add up time spent on the toilet (had to go there), sleeping, participating in head down hobbies (abusing your eyesight by glaring into plastic gadgets) and staring into an idiot box, then you'll soon realize that you're not alive. Time to wake up from being a zombie and participate in that thing we say but fail to actually do: live life to the fullest!
Travel
To go riding in the heart of Europe during winter - this is a distinct possibility, seeing as I'll be heading that way in February. Also, tick another U.S. State Capitol building off my bucket list - there's a capital city in a republic west of Texas that might just get a visit. When you live in city that experiences 8 months of summer, you no longer have an appetite for summer travel, so I declare 2018 the year of icy travels.
Lastly, I urge everyone to make a stand, even if it's a small one. Personally, I will continue my crusade of telling-off gun nutters, racists, womanizers and hypocrites. If I can stare down semi-automatic carrying rednecks, than you to can put a subhumans in their place. It's easy, just remember you can die at any moment, don't waste time, protect future generations by calling out those among our species willing to destroy it. Now, excuse me as I start the year with a 10 mile bike ride in freezing temps to celebrate being alive!
Art
I have been fortunate to become bemused while looking at the Mona Lisa in Paris' wonderland, The Louvre. By the way, I still haven't recovered from her happiness, or is that sadness? What I want from art is more bemusement, give me pieces that actually force we mere mortals to use more than 10% of our brain. Society is already sinking by respecting plastic, we need creativity to save us! Enough of 15 seconds of fame via social media and respecting false idols that wouldn't know what critical thinking and intellect was, even it was explained to them.
Film
To see a film that actually make my brain explode, so much so, that I will lose sleep over it for all of eternity. All this technology and no one can match the awe of Blue Velvet (1986). Time for me to consider a change of career just to rectify the sad state of art house cinema. I urge the Texas Film Commission to take a page out of the burgeoning film communities in the South, such as Georgia and Louisiana and provide more incentive for film making. It's downright embarrassing that 'Dallas Buyers Club' was shot in New Orleans.
Hockey
For my beloved Minnesota Wild to finally lift Lord Stanley's Mug. There's less chance of this happening than Texans divorcing from firearms, but a new year brings with it delusions of grandeur. If a miracle occurs, I will ride my bike straight through middle America to go crazy with the great State of Hockey. I can only live in a city that houses an NHL team, that leaves me with 31 choices throughout North America (apologies to the rest of the world). In 2018, I want the 30 cities outside Dallas to lure me away with offers of season tickets, preferably those located in regions that play outdoor hockey on frozen ponds.
Politics
Place a blanket ban on discussing illiterate bigots that occupy higher office. As humans we already devote way too much time to meaningless things, do you really want to die knowing you spent every waking moment on social media? Or heaven forbid, watching news than actually experiencing life. If you add up time spent on the toilet (had to go there), sleeping, participating in head down hobbies (abusing your eyesight by glaring into plastic gadgets) and staring into an idiot box, then you'll soon realize that you're not alive. Time to wake up from being a zombie and participate in that thing we say but fail to actually do: live life to the fullest!
Travel
To go riding in the heart of Europe during winter - this is a distinct possibility, seeing as I'll be heading that way in February. Also, tick another U.S. State Capitol building off my bucket list - there's a capital city in a republic west of Texas that might just get a visit. When you live in city that experiences 8 months of summer, you no longer have an appetite for summer travel, so I declare 2018 the year of icy travels.
Lastly, I urge everyone to make a stand, even if it's a small one. Personally, I will continue my crusade of telling-off gun nutters, racists, womanizers and hypocrites. If I can stare down semi-automatic carrying rednecks, than you to can put a subhumans in their place. It's easy, just remember you can die at any moment, don't waste time, protect future generations by calling out those among our species willing to destroy it. Now, excuse me as I start the year with a 10 mile bike ride in freezing temps to celebrate being alive!
