Humans have the marvelous capacity to lose track of time. While each day goes by we go through our routines, and recognize some passage of hours.
Weeks make sense based on society and weekends. Seasons, these too are intuitive.
But the passage of the years, which is certainly a human construction, doesn’t seem the same. What am I getting at? Let me tell you in a roundabout way: I recently added a couple of diaries to my hotlist. Today I decided to check for new posts. I was amazed. The first diary I saved to my hotlist and didn’t delete was... more below the fold.
"Breaking: Armando is Armando" from August, 2005, by Mr. HinkyDink.
AUGUST 2005!
I know I was here before the 04 election, maybe before the invasion of Iraq... I can’t believe it!
I don’t remember when I got here, and at times I’ve left for months. Sometimes angry, sometimes not, sometimes tired, sometimes busy, sometimes just on walkabout (especially during the primaries), but I keep coming back.
Not to play who has the lowest UID, that’s an indicator, but does anyone remember those horrible days early in W’s first term, when there were so few of us, and so many of them?
So, in a nice meta diary on a beautiful late winter’s day, how long have you been here?