Because I don’t really need to lose weight (except for the fantasy 10 pounds that every woman dreams of losing when the swimsuit catalogs start to arrive) and I don’t smoke, I needed a great resolution when the New Year recently rolled around.  I decided to resolve to do something frivolous because, in theory, that’s easier and more fun to keep than something truly redemptive or instructive.  While my cerebral friends were resolving to spend fifteen minutes every day reading their way through the Harvard Classics from A-Z, I resolved to play the lottery every week.  Maybe even twice a week.  By the end of 2011, I’ll either be rolling in gambling winnings that will have H & R Block reaching for Schedule XYZ, or I’ll be wallowing in cynical observations about how nobody ever wins that damn thing anyway.