I've never run to greet a new year.
If you could elevate yourself to a position a couple of AU's above the plane of the elliptic of the Earth's orbit around the sun, you would be in a position to mark the sidereal year. If you'd never been on the Earth, you wouldn't know about our solar year. And you'd have absolutely no idea what "Happy New Year" meant.
But 99.99999% of humans don't know what a sidereal year is, and don't care. Which is perfectly fine. And so I obliquely expose one of my biggest challenges, to get close enough to humanity to engage with it. But anyone having a modicum of common sense would ask, "Hey, Mr. Bananas, why should you? What's humanity ever done for you?" This isn't a quiz, and no, it won't be on the final exam.
Here's an aside of no particular interest: One of my sons drew a portrait of me. I'm taking it to the office next week, where I will scan it and then upload it to my blog. Once it goes up, I will strictly enforce the "No Autographs/No Paparazzi" rule. You've been warned. So there.
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Happy and Healthy New Year, Bert!
I look forward to seeing the portrait... : )
(How did the gifts go over?)
Oh, you're one of those aloof celebraties, are you?
Grammie, the gifts went over fine. But probably it was the cash inside that did the trick. The office has been closed since our little Xma$ party and I'm sure I'll be praised exorbitantly, for which I thank you very much.
Ms. Nibbles, aloof of bread and thou...
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