Ryan and I have similar views on the tradition of New Year's Resolutions: they're wonderfully-packaged caca. Not that we're special in thinking so—everyone takes a crack at this tired tradition of setting goals.
I've already shared my trade secret for goal-setting/life-hacking/whatever-meme-have-you, so I won't bother to repeat myself here. But I will point out that what my post exercises in practicality, Ryan's post exercises in sheer gusto. His words are less a to-do list than they are an about-face, a bucket of cold water on a pillow full of sleeping cherubs.