RABBIT, RABBIT!

happy mutha-uckin' miki-flippin' new year!
rabbit, rabbit, at midnight;
rabbit, rabbit, at first light;
conejo, conejo, en espanol.
we all said it.
we all want it.
we all like it.
good luck, with that, an' that.
yeah!!!!
01-01-11.
what-whaaaat!?!
eleven, all year long?
how about THAT, kids?
mmm-hmmm.
i've said my new year's rabbit mantra,
i've said my january jauns, too.
four bunnies blurted,
and now it's guaranteed to just be dope.
plus,
we're only a wee week away from the bigger big action, anyway.
yep.
when friday comes around,
albie rock turns thirty-flippin'-five.
really.
the good life is here,
and almost assured to be more intense than '10.
true stories, told truly,
that's what's up.
*
well,
new year's eve has come and gone, hasn't it?
the question remains, then:
did we ring it in correctly?
yes.
we did.
i mean,
what are we...
...A*-holes?
c'mon.
no way.
too much chinese food,
too silly party hats,
too animated star wars,
too bombastic burstie fireworks.
all good things.
was that it?
nope.
so what else?
you know:

a barbarian raging blaze;
surrounded by torches, and snow, and trees.
we doo-doo that kind of supreme late-night out-of-doorsiness over here.

jim, maple, harvest,  my gorgeous wifey, and our imbecile canine, olive,
all hung out in the atoll of light and heat and brightened it up.
i was there too, kids.
naturally.

(looking the very essence of warrior poet, i'll add)
and just to make sure we repped on the eleveny-ness,
we did something else, too.
check the time-travel teleport, ninjas:

bam!
cast iron coal-toasted hottness!
chestnuts, my duders,
roasted over an open fire.
for real.
don't play around, now, neighbors,
you know that's dope.
and that's how the woodsly goodsly old timey
Folk Life livelihood cooks up a little sumthin'-sumthin',
for our faces.
***********
remaining resolute,
with or without new and/or different resolutions.
in fact, i'm on that high-definition high-resolution
hard-headed heavy-hearted hard-style-type new year's action.
huh?
yeah.
the object is more, duders.
more time, money, fun, food, fury, friendship...
all that noise.
more of this.
this life, in this place.
this life worth living, really.
it's happening,
officially to eleven,
every day.
happy happy.
and happy new year to you, too;
never quiet, never soft.....