Let's assume the decade began on January 1, 2000.
We kinda have to, given all the hype Y2K created just prior. It seemed the second millenium A.D. would be ushered in with planes falling from the sky, toasters turning on their owners and highways littered with the carcasses of silicon-chip dependent automobiles. A digital apocalypse was upon us.
As it turned out, not so much.
But it was an all too-fitting beginning to an era built on illusions. From Enron to the 'Brooks Brothers Riot' to the tumbling of mighty images, whether Statues o' Saddam or the highly polished pedestal upon which we placed one Tiger Woods, it's been a decade of deceit.
Which is just dandy. Because I have been a tad lazy keeping this here blog current. Partially, it's been professional business and busy-ness. Equally, though, it has always felt like there was thread missing in the whole conceptual gestalt of the thing.
Well, no more.
As the 'naughties', the 'oh-ohs' or whatever they will end up being called comes to an end, there's just so much flim-flammery - 'smoking guns in the form of a mushroom cloud' to Econopocalypse through 'Climategate' - to look back on.
Personally, I think the decade ought be remembered as the 0z (Zero-z). Fittingly, for me at least, it should end with a peak at the man behind the curtain.
And, blog-purpose regained, that's what's gonna happen here for the next little bit.
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