First let me say how hon­ored and thrilled I am to be included in such a pres­ti­gious yet non-gastronomical event.

Yes, I’m afraid no borscht will be served. At least not by me.

That said, and by way of intro­duc­tion, I’ll clue you in on my over­all theme: that this is The Year Everything Changes — and sum­ma­rize the words of a fel­low I met this year.

He claims the abil­ity to “read” peo­ple, and after a few short min­utes of
deep, silent star­ing and a bit of throat-clearing, he said he’d got me entirely fig­ured out.

“You’re the Trickster God, aren’t you,” he said. “You just want to show the whole world the joke.”

And you know what? He’s right. He was prob­a­bly just try­ing to get into my pants, but he was actu­ally right. My deal, if I have one, is cer­tainly to point things out, or at very least to express them in ways you never saw them before.

So get ready. December is just begun and I’ve got the prover­bial Good News and Bad News: this hor­ri­ble fan­tas­tic sur­pris­ing relent­less eff’d up awe­some year ain’t over yet.

Ruth Waytz

Catch me spout­ing the provoca­tive and the insane, pretty much weekly, on The Filter. Los Angeles is my home.

A BORSCHT-IN 2009

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