Agency
12/30/21
Hello everyone:
It’s another holiday week, so for this essay I’ll lean a little more than usual on other writers. 2022 awaits us this weekend, so we should all probably rest up… I think we can assume that it will be another doozy of a year.
Truth be told, I’ve always thought New Year’s was weird. Time seems linear, sure, but not that linear. Celebrating the turning of a page in a calendar never made sense to me, even as a kid. I remember quietly slipping out of a New Year’s party in college around 11:45 p.m. because the more enthusiastic my friends became, the more out-of-step I felt. It’s not that I was smarter (I wasn’t), or that I grew up celebrating the solstice (I didn’t); I just couldn’t make sense of the ritual. Any other party on any other night of the year was fine with me, because no one was pretending that the drinking game defined reality.
My disinterest in the holiday paid off beautifully at the end of 1999. It was the so-called Y2K transition, when two odd numeric hypothese…
