51 weeks later

the very least that can happen in a year is nothing, give or take some expanding and contracting of the diaphragm. my least, however, expands upon this definition with bouts of worrying over aging and frequent recitations of passages from bret easton ellis. and even while i feared the least i dreamed of the most. but i never expected such a year as 2008. there were high wires and low tides but the sweet, chewy middles were something altogether different and special. i felt far away early in the year and yet so very close at the end. i met someone whom i love and i unmet lots of other people. i can only wish such a year upon you 2009.

after a year hiatus phlox loves arthur is back. it is genuinely sorry for any harm caused by its absence, and has already begun rosary penance. things to look forward to in the new year:

• new contributors
  
• thematic postings
  
• hangovers from overdosing on wit
  
• nudity
  

hold on to your wristbands everyone.