2010, A Time Odyssey
I like "2010," as a name for a year. I could never accept "2009"; it always seemed implausible; odd. I felt little temptation to keep writing "2009" on checks when the the year turned over. I welcomed "2010" like an old friend.
I do admit to writing 20010 now and then. "Two thousand and ten."
Well, we're done with that way of describing years. It's "Twenty ten" from here on out. People may have looked at me funny when I said "twenty-oh-eight," but those days are over. And there was a year in between 2008 and 2010, or so some people say.
My favorite tea mug is the one with the painting by Winslow Homer of a chain of boys, holding hands, running through a yard. It's my favorite because some people say I'm still a little kid, so I sometimes think of myself that way. Even before it was transferred to a mug, it was one of Homer's more dreadful paintings. The boys look like cardboard cutouts. He was wise to focus on seascapes.
My second favorite, when the little-boy mug is in the dishwasher, is the one with a copy of "Irises," by Vincent van Gogh, signed "Vincent" in the corner. It's one of my favorites because my middle name is "Vincent." Close friends call me Vinnie. I have thought of a pet name for this mug: Vincent van Mugh, pronounced to rhyme with "Hugh." I can't think of a good name for my Homer mug.
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Cancel the South American Campaign
I received an invitation to a party recently through "Evite," which is supposed to be to "invite" as "email" is to "mail." Unfortunately, in Portuguese and Spanish, "Evite" means "Avoid!" So I don't predict a huge international success for evite.com.