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Thursday, December 31, 2009 - 11:04am

Ten years can bring plenty of change.

On December 31, 1999, I was in my second year of law school. I only had one degree to my name, and I'd never lived more than 30 minutes from the house in which I'd grown up. Since then, I finished law school, passed the bar exam, worked briefly as a public defender, and earned a Masters degree in library science. I lived in Las Vegas for three years, Connecticut for 15 months and moved to Los Angeles a little over a year ago.

Then, I thought I wanted to be a lawyer in Louisville. Now, I'm a librarian in Los Angeles.

In 1999, the only way you could call me was on the land line in my apartment. I've had 4 different cell phones since then. I use my current phone for texting, gaming, reading, email, guitar tuning, calorie counting and waking me up in the morning.

Ten years ago I'd lost contact with everyone from my high school class. I'm now Facebook friends with 56 of those classmates.

Before the year 2000 I had never flown on an airplane and had only been to 10 U.S. states. During a one week stretch in 2008, I drove through 13 states, and I've now been to 32 overall. I'm a Silver Preferred frequent flyer on U.S. Airways.

This barely skims the surface of what's changed for me in the last decade, but it's proof that a life can be changed drastically in a short period of time if you aren't satisfied with its direction.

Happy New Year!

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Tuesday, December 29, 2009 - 3:52pm

Late last night while riding home from Nashville, I finished reading Dan Chaon's excellent book, "Await Your Reply." This was the 26th book I'd finished reading in 2009, which was exactly the number I'd vowed to read at the beginning of the year. In truth, 26 is a modest number. By comparison, several of my friends exceeded this total, and I know author Stephen King read about 100 books this year. So I'm not doing anything exceptional here. But for my own life, 26 books is good news.

Until last year, my reading had declined with each year of my 30s. While having a full-time career after years pursuing various degrees could take part of the blame, I was simply spending too much time in front of the TV or the computer — or both. My attention span was shrinking. I rarely even finished reading a blog post or a newspaper article before I'd get restless and move on to something else. I could almost feel my brain atrophying,

So last year I set an ambitious goal for myself: read one book each week, for a total of 52 by the end of the year. This turned out to be too ambitious, and I finished 2008 having read only 17 books. I was disappointed, but that was certainly a big step up from 2007, a year in which I completed less than 10 books. Having made some progress last year, I decided to lower my expectations while still upping my total for 2009, cutting the goal down to one book every two weeks. This made my goal for the year 26 books.

In reality, this didn't result in my reading one book every two weeks. I didn't finish my first book until February, and by the end of May I'd only read four books. After reading 4 books in June alone, I didn't finish another until September 11th. At this point I picked up the pace considerably, reading five books in September, six in October, two in November (a lower total due to my teaching duties at work) and six in December.

Next year, I hope to increase my total once again. My goal for 2010 will be 39 books. In effect, that's three books for every four weeks, or as someone calculated on Facebook, one book every 9.3 days.

Here's how my reading for 2009 looked:

1. "The Associate" - John Grisham
February 12th
Simply awful. Grisham was never a great writer, but his gripping suspense used to make up for what he lacked as a craftsmen. No more. Nothing happens in this book. Having worked at Yale Law School, I'd looked forward to this book because part of it takes place there. Unfortunately, there's nothing in this book to suggest that Grisham ever did one bit of research about his location. He could have swapped out the Yale name with any other school in the country and it wouldn't have affected the story at all.

2. "Appetite for Self-Destruction: The Rise and Fall of the Record Industry in the Digital Age" - Steve Knopper
April 10th
Excellent history of the record industry's last 25 to 30 years, covering the CD boom, the teen pop fad, illegal downloading and the rise of iTunes. Knopper systematically piles on the evidence of how the music labels stubbornly ignored consumer demands, allowing outside forces to steal control of the business.

3. "High Rise" - JG Ballard
April 28th
Essentially "Lord of the Flies" in a condo. Enjoyable tale of the systemic breakdown of societal and moral rules in a high rise building as essential services break down.

4. "The Bonfire of the Vanities" - Tom Wolfe
May 27th
Wolfe's tale of 1980s excess on Wall Street is an enriching observation of the class splits within New York City. As with most of Wolfe's fiction, however, he hasn't the foggiest idea how to end his story, slapping on a unsatisfying non-resolution.

5. "The Gunslinger" - Stephen King
June 2nd
Slow-moving but somewhat interesting beginning to King's long-form fantasy series. If I was judging the series by this book alone, I wouldn't move on to book two, but I've heard enough glowing reviews of the later chapters that I suspect I'll plow ahead sometime in 2010.

6. "Generation Kill" - Evan Wright
June 11th
Wright, a "Rolling Stone" correspondent, writes about being embedded with a company of Recon Marines during the 2003 invasion of Iraq. As events unfold, the book provides a good ground level view of the unconventional invasion strategy employed by military commanders that would have negative repercussions for years to come. While the conflicted statements and actions of the Marines themselves would suffice to communicate their frustration, Wright often goes too far with his unfounded speculations of what's going on in their heads. Nonetheless, and enjoyable and educating read.

7. "The Black Echo" - Michael Connelly
June 22nd
Connelly's first entry in his long running Harry Bosch mystery series. Much like contemporaries such as Dennis Lehane and George Pelecanos, Connelly is a reality-based suspense novelist with a knack for making his home city an enriching part of his stories. For Connelly. that home is LA, which is why I wanted to read his work. A strong debut, and I expect to read more of his work in 2010.

8. "Underground: My Life with SDS and the Weathermen" - Mark Rudd
September 11th
As an unapologetic liberal, I expected to find some sliver of common ground with Rudd through his memoir and the documentary "The Weather Underground." No such luck. The Weathermen were delusional children of privilege whose lack of regard for anyone other than themselves and their status as revolutionaries made even the Black Panthers want nothing to do with them. Rudd's book is eye-opening and informative, providing insight into a world most of us will never see, but when I closed this book for the last time, I was glad to be leaving that world behind.

9. "The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game" - Michael Lewis
September 13th
Don't let ads for the Sandra Bullock movie adaptation fool you. This is a football book. Lewis tells how the Tuohy family took in troubled teen Michael Oher, providing him the opportunity to develop into an All-American football star. Along the way, readers learn the ins and outs of football recruiting and strategy. By the end, you'll know why left tackles are paid so much in the NFL, how the San Francisco 49ers became the dominant team of the 1980s, and why passing has become so much more important than rushing in today's game. I blame this book for getting me interested in sports again after several years of disinterest.

10. "On Writing" - Stephen King
September 17th
Half autobiography, half writing manual, this book explains King's process and methods as a writer. I recommend this for anyone who does any writing in their life, no matter how minimal, as it puts into words and action the simplicity of great writing.

11. "The Lost Symbol" - Dan Brown
September 20th
Perhaps the worst book one could read immediately following "On Writing." At any rate, Brown's aimless, preachy tome is the worst book I read this year. Dan Brown has never been a master of the written word (see redundant phrases like "soggy marsh"), but he's always had a knack for finding great subject matter on which to base his skeleton plots. That talent eludes him here. Perhaps he just needed to get the obligatory Freemason book out of the way so he could get back to finding subject matter he can get excited about.

12. "Duma Key" - Stephen King
September 28th
Of the recent King work I've read, this comes the closest to matching the style of his 1970s and 80s greatness. Still, as strong a work as this is, it still lacks a certain oomph in its action, with most of the horror occurring "offscreen," so to speak. While containing plenty of moments of creepiness, at times it just feels as if King is pulling his punches.

13. "Flashforward" - Robert J. Sawyer
October 3rd
Far superior to the TV show it inspired, Sawyer's novel focuses more on the science and the impact of knowing the future than does the disappointing, poorly-acted police procedural on ABC. Sawyer is not exactly a master of prose, causing the book to fall short of what it might have been, but his story and ideas make this into a solid piece of science fiction.

14. "Heart-Shaped Box" - Joe Hill
October 4th
Hill tells an entertaining enough story about a macabre rock star who purchases a haunted suit, but he never fulfills the challenge faced by any horror author of establishing a believable world that has its own rules. Instead, at any given moment, Hill allows his ghost to be capable of things that were deemed impossible earlier in the book. When the ghost inhabits a character's body late in the book, one can't help but wonder why this hadn't happened about 200 pages sooner. A great premise lazily executed.

15. "The Road" - Cormac McCarthy
October 6th
One of the best books I have ever read. Devastating and beautiful. I don't know what else to say except, "Read this book!"

16. "Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln's Killer" - James L. Swanson
October 17th
A strong account of the Lincoln assassination conspiracy and aftermath, but I have little patience for history writers who repetitively make claims as to what some long-dead person was thinking at certain moments, unless there is some sort of record on which to base such claims. Swanson mars his otherwise solid history tale with way too many "what Booth must have been thinking" moments.

17. "Revolutionary Road" - Richard Yates
October 25th
It's never easy to like a story with no likable characters. Both protagonists of Yates's tale of suburban life in the 1950s are self-absorbed and somewhat delusional, but the story that the author builds around them is hypnotic and heartbreaking. Skip the movie, read the book.

18. "Juliet, Naked" - Nick Hornby
October 31st
Hornby is usually at his best when writing about music, and for the first half of this novel this remains true. Sadly, the legend of Tucker Crowe, the musician at the center of the story, and the obsessed fans who discuss him online make for better reading than what Hornby provides when the real Tucker enters the book.

19. "The Lost Painting" - Jonathan Harr
November 7th
As a librarian, it should be no surprise that I found myself riveted by Harr's account of an Italian grad student searching through archival records to trace the whereabouts of a lost Caravaggio painting. The world of art scholarship and provenance tracing was so fascinating to me that I found it difficult for awhile to get through books on other topics after finishing this one.

20. "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers" - Mary Roach
November 26th
If you can get past the morbid subject matter, this is an informative and often hilarious tour through the world of corpse science. Roach, a former travel writer, applies her travelogue methodology to a very different kind of topic with fantastic results, providing chapters on medical school gross anatomy labs, automotive crash testing, human composting, and other subjects.

21. "Carter Beats the Devil" - Glen David Gold
December 5th
This was probably the most enjoyable read I had this year. Carter tells the fictionalized life story of magician Charles Carter, featuring numerous cameos from luminaries like President Warren Harding, magician Harry Houdini, and electronic television inventor Philo Farnsworth. Gold uses the apt theme of illusion to full effect throughout his story, demonstrating the many ways that our perceptions differ from reality depending upon the information we have available to us.

22. "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time" - Mark Haddon
December 7th
Narrated by an autistic teenage boy, this book puts the reader inside a mind that operates on a literal level unlike our own. This book did more to educate me about autism than any non-fiction work has done to date. But this is more than an education, telling a gripping story about the narrator's attempt to solve a dog's murder that results in his own reality unravelling.

23. "Bad Astronomy: Misconceptions and Misuses Revealed, from Astrology to the Moon Landing 'Hoax'" - Philip Plait
December 14th
More than simply a book debunking pseudo-science, Plait is able to weave in on overarching story of our universe through astronomy. Highly recommended to anyone looking for an easy starting point for learning about astronomy and cosmology.

24. "The Lovely Bones" - Alice Sebold
December 18th
A teenage girl watches the aftermath of her unsolved rape and murder from heaven, going through her own coming-of-age there as her friends and family do the same on Earth. There's plenty of suspense to be had as her father and sister try to prove their neighbor's guilt, but this action is secondary to the emotional developments of everyone involved, with many lives sent into unexpected directions following the murder. I won't be seeing this movie anytime soon, because I see no need to ruin the experience I had reading it.

25. "The Day We Found the Universe" - Marcia Bartusiak
December 25th
Edwin Hubble always gets sole credit for discovering that there are galaxies beyond the Milky Way and that the universe is expanding, and while he was a great astronomer worthy of acclaim, the other astronomers whose work contributed to these discoveries have been all but forgotten. Bartusiak traces the full story of how the mysterious spiral nebulae were observed and theorized about by several brilliant scientists for 25 years prior to Hubble's 1925 announcement. Easily the best work of non-fiction I read this year, and not just because this was the first book that made Einstein's general theory of relativity actually make some sense to me.

26. "Await Your Reply" - Dan Chaon
December 29th
I ended the year on a high note with Chaon's 2009 novel about three strangers taking seemingly unconnected journeys. The three stories are engrossing enough on their own, but as Chaon skillfully pieces them together as the book progresses, the book becomes nearly impossible to put down. "Await Your Reply" probably warrants a second read given that it becomes a different story by its end.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009 - 9:26pm

Twenty-nine years ago today, John Lennon died. I was 7 years old. A first grader. I didn't learn of his death until the following evening while my parents were watching "ABC World News Tonight." Too young to be a real fan of rock music (my favorite band at that time was KISS, because they scared the crap out of me), the event was a small blip on my radar. We had a stack of 45s in the basement that included the "Hey Jude"/"Revolution" and "Get Back"/"Don't Let Me Down" singles, but those got far less play than Ohio Express's "Yummy Yummy Yummy," The Archies' "Sugar Sugar," The Monkees' "Last Train to Clarksville," The Osmonds' "Yo-Yo" and Harlow Wilcox & the Oakies' "Groovy Grubworm."

That doesn't mean The Beatles weren't on my radar. I was vaguely aware of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand," "She Loves You" and many high points of Beatlemania, but these were just historical items. I even knew who John, Paul, George, and Ringo were, but they had no context in my life. At that point my biggest contact with the Fab Four was probably their appearance on the cover of a 1978 issue of "Dynamite" that my older sister, Becky, ordered from the Scholastic Book Club. But in all fairness, my attention was always drawn to the strange eyeball on George Harrison's hand, not the band members themselves. I was a kid, after all.

Sometime in 1983, not long after Michael Jackson released his "Thriller" album, I became a popular music fan. But still The Beatles eluded me. Instead, I listened to Huey Lewis, Van Halen, John Cougar, The Romantics and The Police. Every Friday Becky and I stayed up until 2 a.m. watching "Friday Night Videos," and these weekly viewing parties got me just a little closer to Beatles fandom, thanks to the music video for John Lennon's "Nobody Told Me." I was barely 9 years old when the video first appeared, and it felt strange to hear a "new" song by a man who'd been dead for three years. The man in the video bore little resemblance to the mop-topped Beatle I'd seen in film clips, but the song was catchy as hell. And it had a great line I liked to imitate: "most peculiar, mama."

About the time I entered junior high in 1986, the following events occurred:

  1. Becky started dating a boy who was a Beatles fan.
  2. Becky became a Beatles fan.
  3. I became a Beatles fan.

I can't speak to the causality of event 1 to event 2, but I know damn well that event 2 caused event 3. Well, event 1 caused event 3 also, because Greg was the coolest person I'd ever met. After all, he wore Ray-Ban Wayfarers and had a beard -- in high school! Greg also had an older brother, who was an even bigger Beatles fan and a collector. He played the drums, as did I, so I basically worshiped him.

Everything Beatles-related happened in fast-forward from that point on. I dubbed cassette copies of "Meet the Beatles!," the "A Hard Day's Night" and "Help!" soundtracks, and "Rubber Soul" from my dad's four-track reel-to-reel tape recorder. I bought a vinyl copy of something called "Songs, Pictures and Stories of the Fabulous Beatles" at the record store in the mall (a reissue of "Introducing... the Beatles," the reworked U.S. release of "Please Please Me"). At my grandparents house I discovered an original vinyl copy of the "Help!" soundtrack that they let me have. Greg's brother even invited me over to watch a double feature of "A Hard Day's Night" and "Help!"

Then something strange happened. Each year for Easter, in addition to a basketful of candy, my parents always bought each of us one gift. In 1987, I asked for the White Album. I knew nothing about that record except that it had a plain white cover with "The Beatles" typed (a little crookedly) across the front. There were no photos and no track listing. The packaging had such a mysterious allure to it that I knew the music inside had to be spectacular. I imagined it would have all the popular songs I'd yet to find on the albums I'd accumulated, especially "She Loves You," which always seemed to elude my search. We spent Easter weekend at my grandparents house that year, and on Sunday morning I found that big white album cover sitting atop my basket. I ripped off the shrink wrap and opened the gatefold to find... a list of 30 songs I'd mostly never heard of accompanied by black and white photos of each member of the band in which they had long hair and, in some cases, mustaches. It was not what I expected. At all.

That afternoon, I went into my grandparents' living room and put side one of the album on the stereo then sat down on the carpet, closing my eyes. I didn't like what I heard. On some songs the guitars were distorted. On others there were no guitars at all, replaced by piano or horns or strings. Time signatures changed with no warning. And why in the bloody hell was Paul singing about having sex in the middle of the road?

Throughout that first listen, there was one song I kept waiting for: "Revolution 9." I'd spotted it in the track listing right away. I knew the song "Revolution" from the record in our basement, so I expected "Revolution 9" to be an eight minute expanded version of that song. I got a small taste at the beginning of side four with "Revolution 1," a slower, more acoustic version, so I assumed "9" would be the rocked up electric take. Throughout all eight minutes and 22 seconds of "9," I waited for that crunchy opening riff to kick in, but all I got was random noise with some bloke repeating "number nine, number nine, number nine..." over and over. I had a last flash of hope when someone said, "Take this brother, may it serve you well," and thought, "Will the song start now?" But by that point the song was nearly over. I wanted to strangle John Lennon.

Shortly after Easter, the 20th anniversary tributes to "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" began. Despite my disappointment, I hadn't given up on the White Album, and its weirdness compared to the band's early material prepped me for my first listen of "Sgt. Pepper." This came when a local radio station aired the album in its entirety at midnight one night that spring. As soon as the DJ introduced it, I pressed record on my cassette player so I'd have my own copy. I wasn't sure I loved what I heard, but I knew it was important. That summer I listened to "Sgt. Pepper" and the White Album many times, and I eventually came to love those complex recordings more than the earlier albums.

PBS played a role in my Beatles addiction that year, too. I recorded two programs from their broadcasts: "It Was Twenty Years Ago Today," a new documentary about the making and impact of "Sgt. Pepper," and "The Compleat Beatles," a documentary telling the band's story from beginning to end. "Compleat" became a Saturday afternoon staple for me. Almost every week, while dad was outside mowing the grass, I'd slip the tape in the VCR and rewatch the film. Narrated by Malcolm McDowell, the movie begins:

Liverpool. 200 miles to the northwest of London. Nothing much ever came from Liverpool but soccer teams and British comedians. The city droned on wearily in post-war Britain, a nation nostalgic for its triumphant past, threadbare and tired in its present. For a boy growing up in Liverpool, the future was no brighter than that which his father faced, or his father's father. In 1956, in fact, there was little to suggest that out of this provincial seaport would come four young men and a musical revolution that would captivate and change the world.

As the year wore on, I searched for more and more Beatles music. On vinyl I bought "Beatles for Sale," "Sgt. Pepper," "The Beatles at the Hollywood Bowl," and "20 Greatest Hits." On cassette I added both volumes of "Rock 'n' Roll Music." I went to flea markets looking for old vinyl copies of the albums, where I bought "Abbey Road" and "Introducing... the Beatles," as well as an original 45 of "Eight Days a Week"/"I Don't Want to Spoil the Party." I found weird rarities, too, like a 1962 live recording of the band in a Hamburg nightclub and an album of 1961 recordings by Tony Sheridan on which the Fab Four served as his backing band.

By late 1987, the White Album was my favorite Beatles recording. At night, I'd put the record on, turn out all the lights in my bedroom and sing along with the entire album. Well, not "Revolution 9." It was while listening to the White Album that I realized some of the songs were sung by George and Ringo. Up to that point I'd always mistaken both George and Ringo's voices for John's.

As a 13-year-old boy, I got a silly charge out of "Why Don't We Do It in the Road," feeling as if I was somehow misbehaving by listening to it. Perhaps Paul McCartney anticipated my titilation 20 years earlier, because he makes a faint grunt late in the song that sounds oddly like my father shouting "Tom!" from the top of the stairs outside my room. I can't tell you the number of times I shot out of my chair to turn down the stereo, fearing my father was going to hear the filthy song I was listening to at that moment.

Eventually I'd committed most of "The Compleat Beatles" to memory, so I turned to books, reading "Lennon" by Ray Coleman, "The Love You Make" by Peter Brown and Steven Gaines, and "Shout" by Philip Norman. As a result, I've long said that if I'm ever a contestant on "Jeopardy," my six dream categories would be The Beatles, The Beatles, The Beatles, The Beatles, The Beatles, and The Beatles.

During my frequent visits to the local mall's record store that year, I noticed a Beatles songbook that included sheet music for about 70 songs. Even though I didn't play any instruments other than drums, I asked for the book for Christmas. It was of value to me mostly because of the inclusion of lyrics. (I was, after all, a kid who bought "Song Hits" magazine from the grocery newsstand every month.) For a few years, all I could do was page through the songs, clarifying lyrical questions. During my sophomore year of high school, however, I started to pay attention to the chord diagrams above the staff. I figured out that the diagram was an illustration of how to play the chord on a guitar. Years before I'd beg my parents to buy me a tiny, warped guitar at a neighbor's yard sale. Given the $6 price tag, they'd agreed to the purchase, even buying a book for me to teach myself how to play. I never learned, though, and the guitar sat untouched in my bedroom for years. Now I realized that I could simply imitate the fingering in those chord diagrams. Since I knew the melody, rhythm and words of almost every song in the book, it would be easy enough to know when I was playing correctly. It took many stressful months of practice, but in the end, The Beatles taught me to play guitar.

In the years since that initial burst of enthusiasm, my Beatles fandom has remained a constant. I've built up an even more complete collection of music on my iPod than I had on vinyl and cassette. In college I sang and played guitar in a rock band, and we added three different Beatles songs ("I Wanna Hold Your Hand," "Day Tripper" and "Come Together") to our repetoire. I got "Live at the BBC" for Christmas in 1994. I watched all six parts of "The Beatles Anthology" on ABC-TV in 1995 and bought each volume of the accompanying CDs the day they were released. I have the expanded documentary release on DVD. In 2000 I visited New York City for the first time, and made sure to include visits to the Dakota (where John Lennon lived) and Strawberry Fields in my itinerary. That same year, I found a copy of the Black Album, a bootleg of outtakes from the "Get Back" sessions (the sessions that produced the "Let It Be" album) and gave a copy to each of my sisters for Christmas. (Yes, my younger sister became a Beatles fan, too.) I watched VH1's "Behind the Music: John Lennon - The Last Years" and cried so much while watching it that I still haven't watched it again. I cried when George Harrison died in 2001, too.

On June 26, 2007, while living in Las Vegas, my then-girlfriend and I watched Larry King interview Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Yoko Ono and Olivia Harrison at The Mirage casino where they attended a performance of Cirque du Soleil's "The Beatles LOVE." At the end of the CNN broadcast, the camera followed the foursome as they entered the theater and took their seats.

Less than a month later, I was scheduled to leave Las Vegas for a new job and life in Connecticut. My girlfriend and I had a farewell dinner that weekend at Mario Batali's restaurant in The Venetian casino. She told me she hoped to have a surprise for me, but she needed to run an errand during dinner to arrange it. When she got back, she had two standby tickets for "LOVE." Our seats weren't guaranteed, though, so we had to hoof it across the street to The Mirage to get in the standby queue, which was depressingly long. By showtime, we still hadn't been seated and were starting to lose hope. About five minutes after showtime, however, the usher gestured for us and the couple behind us to step up to the ticket counter to pay for our seats. She then escorted the four of us in to the last empty seats in the theater -- the same seats Paul, Ringo, Yoko and Olivia sat in a month before.

Sitting in front of the television in December 1980, I had no idea that the man whose death I'd just learn about would play such a pivotal role in my life. Tonight I'll fall asleep listening to John Lennon's music, reminding myself that we all shine on, everyone.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009 - 2:05pm

In January I set goals for what I wanted to achieve in 2009. With the year coming to an end, it's only fair that I address my progress.

Debt Elimination: I will pay off every debt I currently owe. This includes my car loan, my credit cards, and anything else I have outstanding. The one exception is my student loan debt from law school and grad school. As ambitious as I might be, I somehow doubt I'll be able to scrape together over $100,000 by 2010.

I've made some serious progress, however, paying off one credit card and bringing the other well under control. I also took care of a couple smaller bills and one huge one, but I do have a couple more lingering. I didn't pay off every debt I currently owe, but I'm happy with what I accomplished.

Weight Loss: I need to lose about 100 pounds total, but I'll settle for 50 in the next year. That will go a long way toward getting me back into a healthy lifestyle once and for all.

No two ways about it, this is a bust. I've actually gained weight. There is a glimmer of hope from which I'm now working. I rejoined Weight Watchers online and bought a bathroom scale a week ago. Since then, I've lost 10 pounds.

Publishing: I will write and submit for publication at least one article on a law library topic. I haven't written a thing since I left my tenure track job in mid-2007. If I really want to be a library director some day, I need to start publishing articles again, regardless of whether my current job actually requires it.

Check. Last month the Legal Information Institute's VoxPopuLII published my article, "Duopolies, web usability, and legal research instruction." In addition, during the second half of the year I posted several short articles about law librarianship on my personal website (and by extension, Henderson Valley Eggs). No, these aren't scholarly works, and no faculty would likely consider them to be significant work towards tenure status, but that kind of writing has little appeal to me as an author at this point in my career.

I'm now pondering a long-term writing project unrelated to law or librarianship that could become a full-length book.

Hollywood Tom: I will start a movie blog & review website with a handful of friends. I've wanted to do this for several years but always found excuses to postpone it. No more. If someone wants to call me Hollywood Tom, I need to live up to the nickname.

Didn't happen. I did no work at all on this project in 2009. I'm not concerned about it, thanks to 3 other website projects I completed this year: ScheduAALL, the CS-SIS Web 2.0 Challenge, and Henderson Valley Eggs. I do hope to make some progress on this idea in 2010.

Reading: I will read 26 books in 2009. In 2008 I set a goal of 52 books in 52 weeks. I'll likely end the year having actually read 16. I need to improve on that total, but I also need a more realistic goal. So I'm cutting it in half for this year. Oh, and I'm getting a public library card. This book buying addicition of mine is getting expensive.

So far I've read 22 books and expect to reach my goal by the end of the month. I did not, however, get a public library card. A big reason for this is my switch to ebooks. Except for the first book in January, I've read everything this year on my iPhone, using either the Kindle or Stanza app. Thanks to that convenience, I now read everywhere: the couch, the train, in bed, waiting in line at the dining hall. The books are a bit cheaper, so my book buying addiction is a little easier to maintain.

I'm not sure what my resolutions will be for 2010. I suspect several will carry over from 2009, with some alterations, but I need to think of some new challenges to add to the mix. Suggestions?

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