The image of the baby New Year and the elderly Old Year is a weird one. Anthropomorphising a concept like time just seems a little strange, but if you think about it the metaphor does hold up (at least in my hemisphere.
So, a year has a 12 month life-cycle. That first month is its infancy, so you can't really expect much from it, and January is kind of like that. The first half of it is largely just a holiday hangover, after all. And it's a cold month, and cold feels a little static, un-energetic; nothing's happening. February is the toddler month and the month where baby New Year learns to show affection (i.e. Valentine's Day). March and April would be adolescence and the teenage years respectively. As rainy as April is reputed to be, that would tend to fit with the idea of the moody teenager. Then comes May and New Year enters adulthood. June and July, summer months, would be New Year at it's prime.Not-so New Year starts to feel it's age starting in August and in September it notices that it's hair (i.e. foliage) is starting to change color and/or fall out. October the year sees its end approaching and begins to contemplate mortality (with Halloween). As the year winds down in November it is time to reflect on its life with gratitude (Thanksgiving). Then comes December where the weather's colder and the days are getting sholder, and then finally the life of the year ends on December 31st.
Of course, when one year dies, a new one is born. So really, when you think about it, a better metaphor for the change of the years would be the life of a phoenix rather than a human life span.
Wow! I can't believe how much I've managed to accomplish today.
Watched the inauguration and am unbelievably happy and hopeful about the new administration. President Obama is entering office with an unprecedentedly high approval ratings(well, I suppose Washington might have been more popular, but they didn't poll quite as obsessively back then). I hope he doesn't waste it. He's off to a good start by mandating the closure of Guantanamo. I'm waiting to see what's next.
I'm forced to wonder, how do you end up as the guy that sticks his upper body up an elephant's rear end? Is it something you have to go to school for? And what does that want ad look like?
Like salmon swimming upstream to spawn, every January the Arctic Pygmy Snowman heads south. Furthur and further south the snowmen march stopping only once they have reached a climate warm enough to begin melting their frosty epidermis. It is here that the snowmen begin to reproduce. For many years it was a mystery how this reproduction took place, but scientists now theorize that the evaporating snowman epidermis rises into the upper atmosphere where it mingles with the evaporate of other snowmen. Wind currents blow the vapor northward where it eventually comes down as frozen precipitation. This snowy residue builds up and is eventually formed into a new snowman. From there, the cycle continues.
The image of the baby New Year and the elderly Old Year is a weird one. Anthropomorphising a concept like time just seems a little strange, but if you think about it the metaphor does hold up (at least in my hemisphere.
Happy Thursday, everyone!
This is the first comic book that I remember owning (there may have been others before it, but it's the first I remember). G.I. Joe #14 has a cover date of August 1983. In the 25 years since (and the idea that I've been reading these things for 25 years is kind of mind-blowing to me) comic prices, like the prices for most things have gone up. Notice the price in the corner of $0.60 for this issue. The final issue of Secret Invasion, which came out last week, had a cover price of $3.99. That's quite an increase and has been a topic of conversation on various comics-related sites this week. The majority of the books from the big two publishers are still $2.99, but the move to $3.99 is coming and most small-press books already cost more than that.
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