So this is the new year. And I don't feel any different.

Just got back from a marathon tour of Americana: friends, family and work. Now it's 3:19am and I'm wide awake in London. Hungry but with an empty fridge. If 2009 means a poor dietary regiment and late nights then it sounds a lot like 2008. Which wouldn't be a bad thing.

I have high hopes for the year. I'm going back to Mother Africa in March. I'm hoping to see Asia for the first time. Maybe I'll do the trifecta of emerging market continents and shoot for South America at some point.

I'm excited about work. My role has shifted slightly and I think it suits me. I want to work hard and get things done this year.

This year I'll turn 29, which is the last year that I'll enjoy being alive until I turn 30 and realize it's not really much different and that another year of experience has its positives.

That is all.