Top 08 of 08: best of lists are so passe

I think some of these came out before 2008? But I saw them this year and I make the rules.

Best films:
The Dark Knight (oh shut it. it was really good.)
The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Forgetting Sarah Marshall
Heima: Sigur Ros
In Bruges
Let the Right One In
Man on Wire
Slumdog Millionaire
(and I didn’t see every movie so I know I’m missing additional ‘bests’ but seriously, who has time for that?)

Best musical performances of 2008:
1. Coachella. Start to finish. – Palm Desert, CA – April 25-27, 2008
Highlights: Cut Copy “This is for our friends, the Midnight Juggernauts” The National, Erol Alkan, Portishead, Prince covering Radiohead, Dan Deacon “SAFETY FIRRRRST”, Hot Chip “He doesn’t even know”
Ohbijou and Basia Bulat – Lee’s Palace – March 29, 2008
My Bloody Valentine – Kool Haus – September 25, 2008
Noah and the Whale - Horseshoe Tavern – September 23, 2008
Beck/MGMT – Sound Academy – October 5, 2008
James Murphy/Pat Mahoney “Special Disco Version” – Wrongbar – August 16, 2008
The Acorn/Rural Alberta Advantage – November 27, 2008
Cut Copy – Sound Academy – September 19, 2008

So um, like, happy new year. best of luck in 2009.
2009?
Fuck I’m old.

Nova Scotia top 3:

the ocean and clean air infused with salt wipes away all of the things you thought you didn't care enough about to stay

imagine if? sailing and sunkissed skin and scenes from mushaboom and a beach wedding and animals and quiet....

then you walk into the gas station for gum and three backwoods dudes stop talking. stare. one loudly proclaims "the hot ones all come out of the woodwork at christmas"

you hear. they know you hear. one grins. no front teeth.

surely I do not deserve the title but I close my eyes and all I can think is why I know what they say is true.

Happiness leads to mania leads to anxiety

So happy I feel manic.

No sleep, vacation, surprises, parties, cute dresses…oh my!

A booked flight to surfer’s paradise with David Bowie*

And a date with the leather skirt tonight, snowstorm or not, it’s on.

*attendance unconfirmed

I don’t believe in horoscopes.

But for the sake of the smirk the this gave me,

Libra:
Not everyone can live up to your exacting standards.
Not everyone can be so attractive and balanced.
With that thought in mind, make allowances today for a friend or a colleague who in some way or other fails to measure up.
You’re a hard act to follow.

It was in the Globe and Mail so it has true, right?

Ha.

The best cure for the winter debbie downers:

1. Jason Collett basement Revue. You will eat delicious snacks prepared with wit and care by the rather dapper Mr. Clive and Mr. Collett. It will snow. It always does on revue nights. You will smile like crazy for Brownie Hawkeye and get a bit chaflempted when Mr. Elkas, Great Lake Swimmers, Collett and co. spill off the stage and sing in unison the sweest powerfolk ballad you almost forgot about.

2. Plan the sweetest surpise you can remember having.

3. Make yourself laugh.

Whatever it was, or is, that makes you a negative nancy this week:
Just.
Stop.
Put on music that you think you don’t want to hear, put away that sad bastard mix and come over.
We’ll drink hot toddies and giggle about that time he tried to bike me home or that time I lied and said I was running the next day. And there’s more where that came from.

bikes, schmikes.

correction: Wes anderson is still Wes Anderson

Monday self-involved top 5:

1.My nu[west] gem: a silver lamé, 1986 low cut wrap dress with ruffles and cuffs is probably going to be a NYE uniform for the next 10 years. (or until Balenciaga offers a non-profit discount)
2.Is fur ok now? Vintage fur? Cause then it’s recycled and I didn’t commission the massacre…Well I hope it’s ok cause I am so in love I want to sleep in my new vintage Marilyn fur-lined masterpiece coat.
3.My hair IS really short. I’m ok. You liked it. So really. I’m ok. *deep breaths*
4.Sex and the City was never about sex. Young people fucking wasn’t really about fucking. Does it ever surprise you that the racy stuff never lives up to the hype*
5.Tall boys who ride bikes and play music and wear glasses are the new Wes Anderson *again, deep breaths*

*overheard during the screening:
M: Uggggh, why are they talking so much? Do people actually do that when they are banging?
K: No? But if there was no talking this would just be PQ 13 porno.
M: Riiiight. That would probably be better than this psycho-analytical relationship bullshit.
K: Seriously.

never. drinking. again.

(at least until 9 p.m.)

first i'm*:
cutting my hair? super short. really.
going to a craftsale
buying a new dress
going to the gym


*actually: getting a trim and eating a Big. Mac. and then dying.

Hot sweaty mess II

Some nights are so perfect and amazing and fun that you either can’t help but smile when you think of them or you are filled with dread that you’ll never feel that way again.

In my top five nights of the summer, one in particular stands out.

There was dancing. A lot of dancing. I wore lace and braids and everyone wore flushed cheeks and unstoppable grins.
There was secret swimming and summersaults and so many friends that I feel lucky to know.
I’m sure a few other factors added to the perfect feeling but in the end I don’t think it mattered that much.

And now the chance to do it all again is back – and how can you focus when you can see something so amazing on the horizon?

James, let’s dance like crazy tonight.
Work is for suckers.
Friday is going to be rough.

rabies is the new first base

I’m seriously lazy today.
I have no excuse- this is self-inflicted.
So I’ll give the top 5:
1. That Australian band is really good. Genuine and dance-worthy.
2. Sneaky Dee’s nachos have lost their appeal and are only good at 4 a.m. not, at 12:30 a.m. on a Tuesday, as it were.
3. Boys in Hunter Wellingtons is the new beard. (and beard is the new bike, bike is the new deep V)
4. There is not enough body butter in the world for this kind of cold.
5. My first Palahniuk experience was hilarious and dark and [en]gross[ing]