One more year is past. I hope that all of you are happy, safe, relaxed, and sufficiently medicated--be it on life, Jesus Juice, or Red Stripe...the latter being my drink of choice tonight.
This has been one hell of a year, both good and bad. Let's lean on each other in the New Year, stay strong, and keep building.
Thanks for all of your support, helping WARN grow, providing me the opportunity to learn from our conversations, and a platform to engage other pursuits. More good things are coming, I feel it in these increasingly old bones.
But seriously, I love you all--in a cyber platonic way--and appreciate those voices who have been here from the beginning, those folks who have found WARN recently, and the good number of folks who lurk.
The average blog lasts only a few months. We beat that a long time ago, and while we have a long ways to go, the momentum keeps growing.
I have several goals for the year, and with your help, we will get there together. This is the time for resolutions: besides my "academic" goals, in 2012 I want to nail down a book contract for Chauncey DeVega and We Are Respectable Negroes, do more interviews, go on TV, and get a regular radio spot going. Lofty goals. I aim high. If I lose, it won't be for lack of shooting back or a lack of ammo.
Once more, I thank you all--friends and enemies alike. Together, you keep me on my toes, humble, and honest. Sometimes, there is a temptation to write for comments, dance for gold, and follow trends for attention sake. I try really hard not to do that.
As I said years ago, continue to say often, and will do my best to stay committed to going forward, I am me with the volume turned up. If you ever feel or think that I am following trends, "selling out," or getting lazy and betraying my commitment to Black Pragmatism, please call me out. Trust me, in this world the temptations are many, we need truth tellers to keep us on point.
May the force be with you.