Hi Soulmate, The twelfth day of the twelfth month of 2012 is prolly the last repetitive date we'll ever pass by (that is, if I would still be alive on 1January2101 which makes me 116 years old by then and you 117). Most people seemed abuzzed with the date, and apparently I am one of those most people (maybe because I am into patterns: getting about a certain mathematical problem, the minimalism of the lines meeting at a certain distance in the design of the home I dream of putting up, the favicon of this blog which has at least three meaningful patterns that I can make out of, patterns of mistakes I'm careful not to tread again on, and other reasons that I can state on and on).
Hi Soulmate,
