Don't Panic List Time!
- December 30th, 2008
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Do you have any year-end lists?
Ahhh, the year-end list.
For news writers, it’s a subtle signal to readers that their publication has early holiday deadlines and they had to hurry up and turn something in.
For critics, it’s often an exercise in hipper-than-thou opacity.
“Wouldn’t it be sweet if an album took the prickly psych damage of Black Dice but made it work in the context of epic rock, so that it had the cathartic build of early Mogwai?”
That’s an actual sentence from Pitchfork’s “The 50 Best Albums of 2008″ list. And for the record, no it wouldn’t be sweet.
I’ve written two year-end lists.
Top Five Best-Named World Leaders of 2008
I’m a 34-year-old straight woman living with a 32-year-old straight man. His daughter is 2, and I am the only mother she has ever known. (Her real mother is a crack whore somewhere.) My boyfriend tells me he loves me, but it doesn’t feel like he wants to spend any time with me. I pay the rent and am the only person in our household with a full-time job. When I get home, I want to relax. He wants to go out because he has been sitting at home all day. If he hasn’t been at home, he has been running around with his friends. This pisses me off, and I am not afraid to tell him so. His response? “You’re just jealous because you have to work!” Damn right I’m jealous! Also, I do all the cooking and don’t get any help with cleanup or housework.
The Kinks have been revered as one of the greatest rock n
Dear Mexican: Many times, as I cross the border into the U.S., I see bald cholos buying images (posters, blankets, baby bibs) of Al Pacino in Scarface. Where does such an obsession for this ugly Cuban come from? Is Tony Montana replacing la Virgencita de Guadalupe in cholos� living rooms across America?
