Thanksgiving Is Ruined

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January 01, 2011
TiR Annual Report for 2010

TiR hereby calculates and reports, with the help of, that in 2010 the total number of words it published was 16,423.

TiR hereby identifies the major words that it most frequently published during 2010, as set forth below, listed with their corresponding number of uses, as calculated with the help of

1059                 the
114                   here
70                     we
70                     russian
67                     music
42                     russia
40                     usa
39                     song
38                     some
38                     popular
34                     american
31                     tir
23                     revolution
23                     bolshevik
22                     ruined
21                     thanksgiving
21                     ignorance
20                     now
17                     work
13                     dance
11                     language

Disclaimer: This Annual Report contains backward-looking statments subject to certain risks and uncertainties. Specifically, someone may (plausibly) argue that a percentage of the words published by TiR in 2010 and since its inception is reflective of the influence of factors that may include stupidity, pretentiousness, vanity, pure folly, utter pointlessness, pathetic time-wastage, "ego ego ego"* and stubborn, wilful blindness to reckon with each of the aforementioned factors; and that the total number of words herein falling outside the previous categories is 0. The reader is cautioned not to place undue reliance on any statement made by TiR, which is only relevant as of the date of its publication. And usually not even then.

*[As quoted in one of the most eye-opening pieces that TiR read in all of 2010, Michael Greenberg's terrific "On J.D. Salinger," in the NYRB (3/25/10). E.g.:
Intent is given equal moral weight to action, even when intent can’t be definitively known. Under the circumstances, the only solution is the renunciation of ambition itself. Salinger’s characters are like aspiring monks with no religion. . . .

[Salinger] declined to publish these books, if that’s what they are, while he was alive, disgusted perhaps with the vagaries of "ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's," as Franny put it. He seemed to regard his literary success as a moral stain.