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It seems like only yesterday I was wandering around Copley Square wearing my 2012 glasses, taking in a spontaneous Hare Krishna<\/a> First Night celebration and eating strange little packaged treats handed out by devotees. At that time, the long-anticipated, mysterious Mayan Prophesy<\/a> was this curious notion still comfortably off in the distance. I decided on that heady evening that I would spend 2012 as if the prophesy were in fact true—that everything would end on December 21. We’re often told that we should always live our lives as if each day were to be our last. So, facing what may have been the final year of my life, or at least the last stretch before some sort of cataclysmic event, did I spend each waking moment in the most meaningful way possible? Did I push myself to the outer limits? Did I reach for the stars in terms of productivity and my search for enlightenment? No, not exactly. <\/p>\n

As always, I wasted inordinate amounts of time worrying about one thing or another—getting old, job instability, quality of life for aging parents, my shocking lack of human contact, global hostilities, political stalemates, planetary changes and whether or not I would again have mice in my house. To what end did I engage in this constant mental prattle? I have no idea.<\/p>\n

In all likelihood, December 21, 2012 will come and go much like 1984, Y2K and the May 21st rapture. After which, we’ll need to find a new date to anticipate, dread and send pointless tweets about. Which is not to say that we don’t live in interesting times. With the Arab Spring, Occupy Everything and escalating uprisings and disturbances in the Middle East, Africa and elsewhere, there does seem to be more restlessness and general disgust than usual. As the sea waters rise, the topic of global warming has moved from trendy tree hugger cocktail conversation to mainstream news story. And my steadfast belief that time has been speeding up (which I’ve been arguing for years now) is far more likely to elicit affirmative nods than exasperated eye rolls.<\/p>\n

Whatever your take on the Mayan Long Count calendar<\/a> and our entry into the 14th baktun<\/a>, it feels right to pay tribute to the end of this particular cycle—and the end of the discussion (at least for another 5,126 years). I have a few suggestions for a particularly memorable evening (or two)… just in case.<\/p>\n

Thursday, December 20th<\/h4>\n

Org: Last Day On Earth
\nCaf\u00c3\u00a9 Oberon<\/a> (Harvard Square)
\n9pm – midnight<\/strong>
\nwith Walter Sickert & the Army of Broken Toys<\/a>, Michael J. Epstein and Sophia Cacciola<\/a>, Johnny Blazes<\/a>, Jaggery<\/a>, Janaka Stucky<\/a>, The Wondertwins<\/a> and many more
\nFacebook Event<\/a> | buy tickets<\/a><\/p>\n

If ever there was an ensemble for the apocalypse, it’s these guys…<\/p>\n