My anxiety of a new year has less to do with resolutions and more to do with syllables. Twenty-eleven just does not roll off the tongue like twenty-ten; Adding two more syllables over night is cumbersome and makes the transition of a new year even harder.
The last time we had a five-syllable year was 2007 but we were coming off four-syllable 2006 so it wasn’t quite as painful. Before that, it was 1999 and I would imagine we were too busy rocking out to Prince to notice.
1977 was the mouthful of the 20th century weighing in at a hefty seven syllables. But back then, people ditched the century and rolled with a mere ’77. That doesn’t seem to work with ’11.
On a positive note, 2011 has lots of interesting dates. Usually there is one date per calendar year where all of the numbers are the same.
But this year brings:
And the craziest date in the past one hundred years:
I bet the wedding reception halls are already filling up.
It will also make for a grand Veteran’s Day observance which commemorates the end of WWI which ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month” of 1918.
Despite the extra syllables, 2011 should be a good year. I’m keeping my same resolution as last year: Stop and Smell the Babies.
The peas and cabbage are simmering – here’s to a great year!