My new years' resolution is nerdy. (Act surprised, can you pls.) It is: to read a lot of eighteenth-century english literature. I don't know what 'a lot' means. So far I have read James Boswell's private journal for the year of his life in which he first met Samuel Johnson (and resolved under SJ's influence not to indulge in so much rogering [except with Mrs. W in chambers], and his father the Scottish lord wrote him a severe letter lecturing against the utter folly of keeping a journal of one's trivial and fatuous doings which made me feel quite nervous about blogging), and Moll Flanders. Liked them both.
I thought briefly of doing one of those projects which gets you a paragraph in the papers on January 1 2009 (ie wearing the same dress for a year, not throwing away any of your rubbish for a year) but then I thought better of it. I'm pretty sure someone connected with Fluxus did all the serious versions of this stunt back in the 1970s, anyway - he lived in a cage for a year, another year he didn't go inside any buildings, etc. Impressive.
Other things I intend to cause to come to be by the time twelve more months have passed:
finish, submit, and pass phd
revive blog and return it to a semblance of former splendour circa 2005-6
leave house somewhat
not go to Ikea again (there is an untold story behind this which makes me look like the biggest hypocrite who ever walked the earth and blogged about it, so untold it shall be staying)
do some writing for payment
The main thing though is that I'm going to give myself one more year in university to get a proper job, then go on with something else if I don't get one. It's pure self-indulgence to stay on any longer under current conditions, and it won't be my fault if it doesn't end up working out.