Ian Aboutabitch.

As 2010 approaches,

I really feel a sense of change approaching, not because I “know” and because it is opaque, and perennial and whatever you may have. I know, because each day is one more progressive step in the right direction. It could very well be up and it could just as easily be down. Not down, but you know, downnnnnn. It is as though the mist, that quite honestly is not so bewildering to me has unveiled itself and unleashed the utmost brilliance. Not because I am very possibly an autistic three year old, or a big baby retard, or an old man, or wise, or sought out for advice, or my least personal favorite - “sir”; which still has me dumbfounded everytime someone chooses to refer to me in such a way. Thanks, but no thanks. Ian will do just fine. Whatever I have worked to achieve this far, can only be improved upon, in the manner I have learned to do things. If those methods stop working, then I’ll take what I learned and just implement a new protocol. Therefore, unlearning everything that I already know. A fresh start, tainted with Tide and Downy, sought after by everyone, achieved by not so many.

2009, in more than one fashion has been a tremendous year of growth, alot has fallen apart and even more has fallen into place. At this point, anything can only be improved by others and I. It is in us all, it is what we choose today. In respect to ourselves, and in respect to what we know is socially acceptable, lets not deny that it can be any other way - or better even, come up with something better, privatize, steer clear of the bullshit. All while holding on to the utmost standards of truth it brings.