Cock robin i have already bought my Time magazine end of the year review. it was entirely read, appreciated for its timelessness, and lost somewhere here in the house. Avatar was there, the BP oil leak, Wikileaks, and so many others. I can't remember everyone of note who died, but they were all there too, filling the pages with emotion and a notion that time is fleeting at best, no point in getting worked up about it. you may have already sensed that i belong to that group of people who has a bit of trouble celebrating the end of any year. its right up there with birthdays and any other bright idea of how to mark time. granted, the Times Square celebration still has some punch, but i have come to need a bit more to celebrate than nostalgia or just another year in the making.