Happy Hogmanay
Phew! I feel it's quite a slog from Thanksgiving through to the New Year. I kind of find it hard to summon up the enthusiasm for New Year's, unlike when I lived in Scotland, when everything started later and you basically got two weeks off from work, and so you weren't completely stuffed by rich food and celebrated out by December 31st.
Anyway, I think I'll take a page from Minty's playbook, and recall some of the media type thingies I enjoyed this year:
Music
I LOVED the mix CDs I got from people, and I'm looking forward to getting some more from those of you who haven't made one yet (hint, hint). Of the live music shows I saw this year (Aimee Mann, Sigur Ros and the Stones), Sigur Ros was by far and away the best. And I'm bummed I didn't see the Pixies when they were here. I also really enjoyed seeing the St. Nicholas cantata at Duke Chapel with the Choral Society of Durham, and the Durham Children's Choir (one of whom is my son).
Movies
My favorite movie of the year was Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Wererabbit. I want a dog like Gromit. Luckily, I didn't see too many movies this year as there seemed to be a lot of really sucky ones, though unfortunately, I did see Mirrormask.
Books
Thanks to Mykull, I got tons of reading done: I really enjoyed Emotionally Weird, On Beauty, Little Children and A Portrait of Yo Mama as a Young Man among others. I could not make it through Specimen Days, much as I felt I ought to.
Before the festive season vanishes for good, this is the most heinous card ever (via Metafilter). Makes you wish the War on Christmas was well and truly lost. I never want to see a camel with lipstick on again.
And here are my predictions for 2006:
2 Comments:
And the line about "trickin' through the desert" (I think it's supposed to be "trekkin' through the desert", but that's not how I hear it). I too find that card strangely compelling.
Of course you may borrow those books, sweetie!
wwlpd = what would lascivious podiatrists do?
oh my god. that card!!!
I have to admit, I only found that Black Eyed Peas song (who the hell calls their chest their "humps" anyway?) because Slate had an article about it being the most painful song ever.
I agreed. But a christmas card BASED on the most painful song ever....is even more painful. eeeeeeeeeurgh.
And the crazy frog stopped Coldplay from being #1, didn't it? That can't be a bad thing. For some reason ever since Mr. Coldplay became Mr. Paltrow I really have no time for him or his band. but i'm petty like that.
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