Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
Well, another year is creeping up on us. It is time to
reflect and decide how this year will be different than all the rest. There
will be disappointment ahead, but there will also be opportunities.
One of my biggest disappointments will be facing a year without Commander Coconut. I have been looking forward to his column every week for many years - well before I came to Florida. He is like Carl Hiaasen to me; a Florida treasure. In fact, I have just about exhausted the list of Florida treasures with those two names. Just kidding; there is also Debbie Wasserman Schultz. Now, I have exhausted the list.
So, 2013.
13, a Fibonacci number, a happy
number, and one of only 3 known Wilson
primes. OK, that is probably more
than you wanted to know. 13 is a special number in many of the
World's religions. The end of the Mayan calendar's 13th Baktun is what
caused all this 2012 apocalypse nonsense. I can say that as the 13th Baktun is
definitely over. Of course, we all know about Friday the 13th, but, since Tuesday is an unlucky
day in Greece, Spain, Mexico and Latin America, it is Tuesday the
13th that is to be avoided.
Triskaidekaphobica aside,
13 is the number I will use for my goals in 2013. For example, I plan to spend
at least 13 minutes a day in my attempt to destroy a Gazelle by Tony Little. I have many more to talk about as the year gets started.
You can safely assume there are at least three or four 13-minute goals here.
Why is there
no Eftakaidekaphobia for Italians?
