When I was in college, I lost my scholarship one year. I had enough money for tuition, but not room and board. So I camped in the hills.
Bloody men are like bloody buses – you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’
Resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. If you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.
And now we welcome the new year. Full of things that have never been.
Although more than 500 million maritime containers move around the world each year, accounting for 90 per cent of international trade, only 2 per cent are inspected. Strengthening customs and immigration systems is essential.
Surely these women won’t lose any more of their beauty and charm by putting a ballot in a ballot box once a year than they are likely to lose standing in foundries or laundries all year round. There is no harder contest than the contest for bread, let me tell you that.
Industrial agriculture characteristically proceeds by single solutions to single problems: If you want the most money from your land this year, grow the crops for which the market price is highest.
The CIA’s always-useful World Fact book says that a staggering 6.3 million Colombians have been internally displaced (IDP) since 1985, with ‘about 300,000 new IDPs each year since 2000,’ the year Bill Clinton enacted Plan Colombia. Added up, that’s 2.4 million people during Clinton’s eight-year presidency.
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.