It’s been six months since I laid out my resolutions for 2005. Let’s review. (It ain’t pretty.)
- Learn how to conjugate Italian verbs in a tense other than the present.
- Get a goddamn backhand.
Many lessons later, complete. Whether it’ll hold up in match play is a wholly different matter.
- Fall in love with NASA again.
Not yet, but I feel that I could be seduced more easily these days.
- Be nice to political bloggers.
Publicly, yes. Lots of private cursing, though.
- Learn to match beats when remixing.
Nope. Still a stutter-step crossfader.
- When home, watch only high-definition television programming.
I achieved this for a few months. The Cubs season ended my streak though, as only a handfull of games are in HD.
- Convert all old mix tapes to MP3.
Not going to happen. Quality too low; quantity too high.
- Become able to change my son’s diaper with one hand.
- Avoid LAX like the Black Death.
- Avoid the Black Death.
And done. (But that mole is a little worrisome.)
- Get to know my nephews better.
- Figure out how to make my own oak switches for the Russian Baths.
Hell, I don’t think I’ve even been to the baths since January.
Well, that’s rather depressing. I wonder what the median success rate is for New Year’s resolutions for the public at large. In fact, I wonder if anyone even remembers them by mid-year.