Showing posts with label Reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reading. Show all posts

26.12.09

consumption.

















Looks like Santa was good to Mara, bringing her that Real Doll she's been wanting (link NSFW). Only $5,499 (plus shipping), plus $315 for the Optional Hi-Realism Eyes and $150 for the Optional Real Eyebrows.

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It's that time of year, where everyone who's ever had an opinion trots out their "Best Of 20xx" list in order to validate their awesomely discerning senses of style and taste and probably something else as well.

I'm mostly only pretending to whinge. It's a useful exercise I think, going back through the year or decade and reminding yourself what or whose creative output struck your fancy or made you feel something, if for no other reason than reminding yourself that "ah, yes...I really did see some good movies/books/music this year."

What follows here is not a Best Of list, but my personal reference list of Other People's Best Of highlights that I haven't yet seen/heard/read. I keep this kind of stuff on VDuck not to demonstrate my own awesomely discerning sense of style and taste, but because there's literally no other place in my world where I will be able to reliably locate this list after I spend an hour or two making it.

So...welcome! It's not done yet, but...

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Film

There's quite an interesting and deep discussion on the last decade's films going on here, but I haven't really had to time to parse it. Yes I said parse.

Books
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12.8.06

subterfuge.














I have been ill for the last few days, but I am now in tip-top shape and ready to return to the world of knocking all of your socks--maybe even more of your clothing and accessories than that, maybe a fob or brooch as well--right the hell off with my witty and urbane observations about eating cheap food.

What the fuck did I do during this mercifully cool and very rainy downtime? I:

Read Paul Auster's New York Trilogy, during which I closed the book several times and just sat there staring at it because I couldn't believe how...bold (yes, that's a typographic pun) it was. Nonchalantly yet staggeringly audacious (is there a font style for that)? It just made me realize how philosophically easy the postmodern ironicism of the Eggers, DFW, Leyner, etc. crew is. New York Trilogy is really the first book I've read in a long time that I just couldn't believe I was reading. And it's 25 years old!

OK, back to the food shortly.

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