"History is merely a list of surprises. It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again. Please write that down."

Weeks without tacos; who could imagine this fate? Moreover, who could survive? This is what it must feel like for a father to fail his children, or maybe for a father goose to fail his goslings. I have no way of knowing in either case.

There are still twelve horrible days before Friday, March 26th, the next celebration that brings us together. This will be a grand time with a grand menu, enough to make up for three weeks of personal failings. Let's all consider what we've accomplished in Taco Friday, and how we've been bettered or worsed (read: wurst, or sausaged). What have you gained from Taco Friday? Have you gotten hit? Hit on? Did you meet your spouse or spouse-to-be? Did you rage, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing? I want to know.

Your personal essay task: What Does Taco Friday Mean To You? My video response:

Who is more godless than I, so that I may rejoice in his teaching?

The creator seeks companions, not corpses or herds or believers. The creator seeks fellow-creators, those who inscribe new values on new tables.

The creator seeks companions and fellow-harvesters: with him everything is ripe for harvesting. But he lacks his hundred sickles: so he tears off the ears of corn and is vexed.

The creator seeks companions and such as know how to whet their sickles. They will be called destroyers and despisers of good and evil. But they are harvesters and rejoicers.

Zarathustra seeks fellow-creators, fellow-harvesters, and fellow-rejoicers: what has he to do with herds and herdsmen and corpses!

Thus Spoke Zarathustra, "Zarathustra's Prologue"

As a new year sits on the threshold, fresh and glowing, we reminisce on the Taco Fridays of the past 365 days. Remember the time when someone drank so much that they only spoke lies, terrible lies? Or when we thought that there was no more tacos but, no, there were actually more tacos? These moments and many others, which are held secret and desperate and dear like the photos of former lovers we hide in our wallets, keep our tiny hearts beating despite the cold and the terror of realizing that we have woken up.

I thank all who ate tacos with me for doing so, and doubly those who drank bourbon to boot. The first Taco Friday of the 2010 is right around the corner. We will use this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have a themed event. More information will arise I flesh out this idea. Mark your calendars, friends; Friday, January 29th will be "re-gretable." You will be able to gret it at least twice.