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In the year end issue of Entertainment Weekly, they had a series of short pieces called This is the Year That..... and one of them was This is the Year That I Got Old. The writer was maybe 34 and started off talking about how they used to be totally on top off all things pop culture, but knew it was starting to fall apart when she left the seizure-inducing layout of MySpace for an account of Facebook so she could play scrabble with her friends. "Do you know who plays scrabble? Old people."
I could relate. Although I'm still beating my brother who turned 30 and suddenly only started buying one CD a year (and this was before he had kids). I used to be someone who made year-end top 10 lists. But now I read them for recommendations. Today I was scanning and listening, putting together a new playlist called "hipster workout" for something new while I'm on the fake machines at the gym. I was looking for more blip-beeps and ambient and zoning out types to mix in, and so far its LCD Soundsystem and Burial and Lil Wayne and RJD2 and Caribou and....Tegan & Sara. I know I'm like a thousand years behind everyone, by finally getting into them, and this is partially to blame because their album came out while I was working at the bookstore and all day long it was variations of girls with guitars music, whether it was Melissa Ferrick or the Butchies, and it all was blending together in my brain for awhile, so I sort of lumped it all together even after the fact. But you know, an album shows up on enough people's top 10 lists, I'll give it a listen. And I don't love every song, and so far I'm actually listening to more of "If It Was You" instead of "The Con".
Next week I'll be telling you about this new band Arcade Fire that I've heard of.
( Not to be all Bridget Jones, but... )
I'm majorly rambling and I didn't even get to the irrational panicky brain trip about becoming Marc Jacobs and I don't know how to get back to the place I wanted to end this post which is namely, I'm finally watching Friday Night Lights, season one (see, people list it on best-of's, I finally pay attention!), and I'm a little bit in love with Zach Gilford (the second string quarterback who steps in, Matt Whatitson) and want him to be my boyfriend. I'm not generally into fresh-faced pretty boys, so I am a little baffled by my own attraction. And I'm looking at pictures of him on google to show people, but none of them look very appealing to me, which make me think its more about how he moves and holds himself, and that makes sense, I am often way more interested in how people hold themselves and what they do with their body, rather than the body itself. Perhaps I can hold myself to this standard more often. Ah wait! Here's a decent one where he looks british and way more suave than usual, but whatever, he's on the right: http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/5798/esquirep7vd7.png
I could relate. Although I'm still beating my brother who turned 30 and suddenly only started buying one CD a year (and this was before he had kids). I used to be someone who made year-end top 10 lists. But now I read them for recommendations. Today I was scanning and listening, putting together a new playlist called "hipster workout" for something new while I'm on the fake machines at the gym. I was looking for more blip-beeps and ambient and zoning out types to mix in, and so far its LCD Soundsystem and Burial and Lil Wayne and RJD2 and Caribou and....Tegan & Sara. I know I'm like a thousand years behind everyone, by finally getting into them, and this is partially to blame because their album came out while I was working at the bookstore and all day long it was variations of girls with guitars music, whether it was Melissa Ferrick or the Butchies, and it all was blending together in my brain for awhile, so I sort of lumped it all together even after the fact. But you know, an album shows up on enough people's top 10 lists, I'll give it a listen. And I don't love every song, and so far I'm actually listening to more of "If It Was You" instead of "The Con".
Next week I'll be telling you about this new band Arcade Fire that I've heard of.
( Not to be all Bridget Jones, but... )
I'm majorly rambling and I didn't even get to the irrational panicky brain trip about becoming Marc Jacobs and I don't know how to get back to the place I wanted to end this post which is namely, I'm finally watching Friday Night Lights, season one (see, people list it on best-of's, I finally pay attention!), and I'm a little bit in love with Zach Gilford (the second string quarterback who steps in, Matt Whatitson) and want him to be my boyfriend. I'm not generally into fresh-faced pretty boys, so I am a little baffled by my own attraction. And I'm looking at pictures of him on google to show people, but none of them look very appealing to me, which make me think its more about how he moves and holds himself, and that makes sense, I am often way more interested in how people hold themselves and what they do with their body, rather than the body itself. Perhaps I can hold myself to this standard more often. Ah wait! Here's a decent one where he looks british and way more suave than usual, but whatever, he's on the right: http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/5798/esquirep7vd7.png
