ADD THREE more zeroes to that magic 2000, and you've got 2,000,000. But unlike the much-celebrated new year, two million isn't a meaningless and arbitrary milestone.
I HAVE never really been interested in politics. I've always followed the elections at a distance.
WHAT ARE we to make of history? Is it something to hold on to, to anchor us to the ideals upon which this country was founded?
I KNOW they're around here somewhere, but I can't find them. I put them in a safe place so as not to lose them, and now I've lost track of where the safe place is. I'm searching my room for prayer cards because I need to call down a few favors for loved ones.
AS THE millennial craze moves into its final stretch this month, marketing geniuses scramble to launch the final phases of advertising campaigns targeting every possible product and consumer population.
HOLIDAYS in kindergarten were great. They were sponsored by the colors red and green and by the numbers 2 and 5.
I CAN STILL sense my first Christmas. I see the bright lights, feel the warmth of the crackling fire, taste the fresh-baked sugar cookies, and hear the carols.
IT'S NOT the New Year yet, but the next column I write will be in the year 2000. The year 2000 may be the time of apocalyptic predictions, of suggestions of computer failure or terrorist attacks.
I'VE NEVER seen "It's a Wonderful Life." Sad, I know. But from what I've heard, it's a timeless, seasonless film.
IT'S getting to be that time of year again -- the season when snowflakes begin to dust the bare branches of trees, sparkling lights decorate houses and shopping centers, and everyone is overtaken by the spirit of giving -- and buying.
WEDNESDAY'S Washington Post proved that America does have a culture. The story "Protests Delay WTO Opening" had many memorable images, but this was one of its best: "While the streets swirled, many businesses remained open; people sipped cappuccino behind the glass of gourmet coffee shops." The story referred to Monday's scene in Seattle, site of the World Trade Organization's 1999 conference.
LAST YEAR, I witnessed a crime being committed. It wasn't your typical crime, nor did it happen in your typical criminal setting.
AS THE 20th century draws to a close, there are a few things we know -- I mean really know. For example, you would have to be living on another planet not to know that technology is changing the way we live. The Internet is opening up opportunities that are as profound as those created after the discovery of the New World by Christopher Columbus.
TOO MANY professors view teaching as an unwanted distraction. Instead, professors would rather spend their time with pet graduate students and esoteric research.
WE ARE whimpering our way into a new millennium, and we'll be lucky if anyone hears. After the flurry of historic events of the last 1,000 years, we're going out not with a bang, but with a soft whisper. History records the loud events, the great epic occurrences that define a particular time.
IF YOU'RE not going to stay in school, I don't want to fund your college education -- not on my tax dollar, that is.
POLITICAL pundits should have Texas Gov. George W. Bush's campaign committee trembling if they're right about their prognostications.
A FEW MORNINGS ago, I was wolfing down a bowl of cereal when the truth suddenly hit me. It's the millennium and we're all gonna die.
WALLACE Stegner called it the "angle of repose." He was referring to the angle of an incline at which an object comes to rest without continuing to roll down.
I'M A CLOSET Clemons geek. I'll admit it. I'm also a first-floor addict. In Clemons, there are a few different breeds, all of which are easily identifiable.
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