Zeta Woof

There was considerable debate earlier in the century about how we should pronounce the years. Would we say "two-thousand-five" or "twenty-owe-five?" For me the "two-thousand" construct won out. It just seemed more natural. And so all the way through last year I would say two-thousand-nine, two-thousand-ten, and two-thousand-eleven.

This morning the very first thought in my mind was "welcome to twenty-twelve." I don't know what finally flipped it. Maybe it was the alliteration. But I'm pleased to annouced that we have finally arrived in