Not since 1000 AD has there been so much apprehension about the new year.

It’s the end of the Mayan Calendar, the lining up of the sun with the galactic core, the sun is entering a dust cloud in this part of the Orion Arm of the Milky Way.

Not to mention global climate change, war, earthquakes, tsunamis, pestilence, epidemics, erupting volcanos, bad haircuts, asteroids, comets, exploding calderas, high rents, and seven billion people crammed into this little planet.

But then again, maybe it’s the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, which means:

The Beachhead’s wishes for the coming year include more power to the Occupy movement, the mind’s true liberation, a happy and free Venice, and a prosperous (in all ways) new year to all our readers and supporters.