Website Wednesday 19.1

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(The 234,453rd Most Interesting Man in the World)
 
"From the Large Intestine of the Internets,
through the Sphincter of Electronic Mail, 
peeing like a baby on a changing tableinto the brisk digital wind..." 

                            

                            Twenty years from now, kids listening 

                            to “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” are going 

                            to find it really, really weird. We’re going 

                            to have to explain that it has to be 

                            understood in the context of its time.

                            You see, it used to get cold outside.

Top of the heap:  Chicago's New 'Big Lebowski'-Themed Bar Really Ties the Room Together

6 New Year's Traditions from Around the World

(Another) 'Super Blood Moon' eclipse is coming in January (we had one last year, remember?)

47 Next-Level Movie Facts

5 Words That Are Spelled Weird Because Someone Got the Etymology Wrong (Thanks, Melody!)

How this government shutdown compares to every other since 1976

Never been to Shanghai? This might be the next-best thing

Inside the Coldest City in the World, Where It Snows 270 Days a Year

40 Items That You Didn't Know Shouldn't Be Refrigerated

7 Myths About Cooking Steak That Need to Go Away

Things You've Been Saying Wrong

13 Absurd Wellness Trends That Need to Go Away in 2019

The Most 2018 Photos Ever

Video Game Logic - the weirder parts of virtual life

A thing you can't do in each State

Photos That Sum Up Our Turbulent World in 2018

An Interview With a Marine Biologist About Aquaman (minor spoilers)

13 Things That Probably Sent Donald Trump Into a Rage Spiral in 2018

Welcome to the (sic) Dante's Inferno, an interactive tour of Hell

By the Numbers: a 2018 Money-In-Politics Index

42 Foods You Need to Eat Before You Die (some may, unfortunately, hasten that demise...)

Tracing the Real Betty Boop 

14 Rules You Should Follow in France so the Locals Don't Hate You

Love you, mean it. Let's do lunch. Have your people call my people. Ciao, bella. 

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First Sign Dump of the Year (19.1)

TWEETS OF THE WEEK

Rebecca Solnit’s glass-half-full take on 2018. Onward!

From my friend Steve Wasserman:

George Takei just said, "Many folks are posting that 2018 was one of the worst years ever. But as the Buddhist saying goes, “Wisdom is like rainwater. It gathers in low places.” I will look back on 2018 as the moment we began to take back our country. We rejected Trumpism and our values were reaffirmed."

It was certainly the worst year Trump ever had, and 2019 will make his 2018 look like so much winning. His empire, his status, his future are all crumbling around him; he is like a man marooned on a shrinking iceberg in, well, let's say a witches' boiling cauldron. But he got himself there through his own feckless endeavors.

It was a year the rising generation started to take charge, from the Parkland massacre survivors who took on the gun industry and the NRA with a kind of hell-for-broke genius we've never seen before to the Sunshine Movement that is recharging the climate movement with brilliant energy to the 21 young plaintiffs in a climate lawsuit against the federal government to Greta Thunberg, the Swedish teen who told climate negotiators to do better.

It was a year when the unprecedented organizing that began after the last election saw results with the blue tsunami that swept 40 more Democratic congresspeople into power--and what congresspeople! Two Native American women--firsts--and so many great individuals, blue candidates all over the country who won in hitherto red districts, to the old heroes returned to their tasks: Maxine Waters, Ted Lieu, John Lewis, Raul Grijalva.

One of the most beautiful stories this year is how the Native insurgency against a pipeline at Standing Rock continued to have consequences. One of them was Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez's decision to run for office. "It was right after I left Standing Rock that I knew I had to do something," she said a while back. That should remind you that consequences are not always direct or predictable. We don't know what AOC will do, though she's part of the young new genius at work at taking charge of making a better future. We know her New Green Deal is already a catalyst for what we want and can demand.

So much of what matters is incalculable and immeasurable: you could not attempt to stop a pipeline in the Dakotas on the assumption that it would cause a woman from the Bronx to run for office against a powerful senior Democrat and clean his clock and open up a bunch of new conversations about what we want and what's possible. You just have to do what you believe in with as much skill and passion as possible and believe that it matters, and how it matters may be unforeseeable. The fundamental mysteriousness is where so much of my hope comes from, and the heroes all around us. 

It was a year when states continued carving their own paths independent of the fucked-up feds, notably California's international climate negotiations, a year when Kansas's deep red enpurpled and even broke out in blue spots, when only massive voter suppression prevented Stacey Abrams and Andrew Gillum from transforming the south, when finally voter suppression itself became an issue, and some good things were done on it (in some places, while bad things continued in others).

It was the year after #metoo, and the space in which to note that white supremacist patriarchy is monstrous and inane continued to enlarge, and that dismal disaster become more obvious to more people, more normal to note, as it were. A year when Mexico not only elected the left-wing guy who probably won an earlier election but swept a bunch of women into power, Nevada achieved a women-majority state assembly, and numbers of women in the house and senate rose.

It was a year when the old order's corruption and corrosion became more obvious and the new order swam into view. It was a year in which the best and worst of the future swam into focus, and a lot of people got down to work on it. It was a year in which a lot of seeds were planted. It was a year to to know that the future will be what we make it, and the work that needs doing is both urgent and exhilarating.

So I wish you all a happy new year from the Pacific Coast, where it's still mid-afternoon.

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TUNESMITH TUESDAY - "Happy New Year" by ABBA

Happy New Year

No more champagne

And the fireworks are through

Here we are, me and you

Feeling lost and feeling blue

It's the end of the party

And the morning seems so grey

So unlike yesterday

Now's the time for us to say...

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Sometimes I see

How the brave new world arrives

And I see how it thrives

In the ashes of our lives

Oh yes, man is a fool

And he thinks he'll be okay

Dragging on, feet of clay

Never knowing he's astray

Keeps on going anyway...

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

Seems to me now

That the dreams we had before

Are all dead, nothing more

Than confetti on the floor

It's the end of a decade

In another ten years time

Who can say what we'll find

What lies waiting down the line

In the end of eighty-nine...

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have a vision now and then

Of a world where every neighbour is a friend

Happy new year

Happy new year

May we all have our hopes, our will to try

If we don't we might as well lay down and die

You and I

New Year's Resolutions You Can Steal From Your Dog

HAPPY NEW YEAR, LITTLE DUCKS!