Goodbye To All That (2025 Edition)

I celebrated the last day of 2025 in the most American way possible: I drove to the local recycling centre with a car full of cardboard in my pyjamas. I am not exaggerating here, either. I literally took off my dressing gown, put on shoes and a coat, and got in the care. Maybe it’s a symbol of 2025 in general.

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The day before, I went on another traditional American jaunt: lunch at a fast-food restaurant as a little treat. That was…a touch depressing. I don’t go very much these days, so I’m as much to blame as anybody else, but I was the only person in the entire dining area; it was basically just a ghost kitchen with a take-away window and mobile app pickup section. If the numbers are correct that around ~75% of all fast-food meals are now eaten off-premises…at what point do they stop bothering? And why does it make me a little sad except for the weird nostalgia associated with it?

Anyway, the Liminal Week is over, and the New Year is about to begin. Do I have resolutions? No, I long gave up on those, but a few odds and ends. The usual things of ‘exercise a bit more, and eat less terrible lunches’, along with trying to keep my end up data science experiments and whatnot. But mainly, it’s “do the best I can, watch Maeryn grow into being 3 and more, spend a little less, and have as much fun as possible with everybody I know.” Trite, sure, but there are worse ways to be.

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