People from Japan get a kick when I show them that some hotels in New York don’t have a 13th floor because of Western superstition with the number thirteen. In Japan, the taboo number is four. I have no idea if their buildings skip the fourth floor because most of the ones I visited there never went above the third floor. It’s probably a precautionary design – in case they’re really attacked by Godzilla. He hates buildings.
As we draw closer to the year with the Western ominous number, I figured my last post of 2012 should be a recap. But then I thought, nah – that’s a pain in the ass. It would mean jostling information from ghosts of blogs past and present, not to mention thousands of pictures that make absolutely no sense to me now. Besides, many things already came to a close. To trudge them up would be like trying to have fun with an emotional zombie – on the wagon – at TGI Friday’s.
Some traditions are simply over. Perhaps, that’s what the Mayans had “meant” to say when they said the world was ending on 12/21/12. I, for one, can say that by Christmas time – it was a whole new beginning. I’m ready to start 2013 with a clean slate. Hope you are, too.
To New Traditions. Happy New Year.
And this is why I finally put a pass code on my iPhone.