Worrying about what we call the next decade. Honestly, I don’t care what you call 2010 as long as 2009 gets the hell out. What a diabolical year 2009 was. Layoffs and market crashes and bailouts and instability.
Adios 2009. Hello 2010.
Now the next irrelevant nonsense to consume our lives.
What should we call 2010? “Two thousand & Ten?” Or “Twenty Ten?”
Let the debate rage on!
It seems that one newspaper writer, with a lot of time on his hands, is campaigning for a new name for the coming decade.
The scribe is from the St. Petersburg Times. In a December 27th story he spends a great deal of time laying out his thesis.
The columnist writes: “Until the turn of the millennium got us all “confused”, we had an easy familiarity with each year.”
When did Christopher Columbus cross the Atlantic? Fourteen Ninety-Two.
When was the Declaration of Independence signed? Seventeen Seventy-Six.
And that Tchaikovsky piece? The Eighteen Twelve Overture.
Pearl Harbor? Nineteen Forty-One.
How did Prince want us to party? Like it’s Nineteen Ninety-Nine.
The alliteration of the phrase has so much balance and poetic punch why would you even want to “fast food it up” with the pedestrian Twenty Ten. HO HUM. Twenty Ten.
Happy Twenty Ten-IZZLE!