The phrase "might as well be" is on the block. What a funny group of words. To mean nearly. Not, but almost. I peer closer. I prod with my knife's tip. This might as well be champagne. There might as well be stars encircling my head. She might as well be a ghost. I'm not in an eviscerating mood, but if I do a small dice, I get "might" and "as well." A further mincing makes ownership-- "my" from "might." I like to take things for my own. The size of the cut does matter; tone changes taste. Well. Let's pair these words, then, with a thick slice of choice. Flip! Sizzle, sizzle. What might as well be, now, is. This, first day of 2012, is perfect.
(Tahoe National Forest, December 30. Might as well have been January.)