Some days on my way to work I walk past the new luxury high-rise being built on Chicago Avenue. The building is named, coincidentally or not, after a famous Chicago religious figure and the scaffolding over the sidewalk is lined with Burma-Shave style signs touting the building's upcoming perks. "Turn around now/you will be there/in seconds," the last few read. I always wonder as I walk by because currently there's no "there" to be at, except as defined by the presence of heavy machinery.

At the same time as I write this it is already a new year in the next time zone over, and by the time anyone reads this it will most likely be 2005 everywhere. A new year sounds pretty good to me, doesn't it to you? Turn around now, you will be there in seconds.