Good Year for Shuttlecocks

The most urgent item on my 2009 agenda is curtains. As things currently stand, I can see straight into my neighbor’s apartment—she appears constitutionally incapable of wearing anything longer than hotpants, which in itself is not a problem—except the arrangement is fully reciprocal, and the entire building has been enjoying an unobstructed view back into mine. I could live with that in principle, but things in here don’t always stay strictly family-friendly, and at some point that becomes everyone else’s business, and I’d rather it not be.

Beyond curtains: more concerts this year. Actually make it to the Scala one of these nights. And find a badminton club somewhere in Wedding, something I’ve been meaning to do for ages. It turns out to be the one sport where I’m not completely useless—there’s something about the rhythm of sending a shuttlecock across a net that just works for me. The full 2009 manifesto I’ll leave to a German rap crew who put it more concisely than I ever could: move your ass. God, I’m so unbearably cool. Happy New Year.