1. The New Pornographers' "Twin Cinema" will probably get my vote for Album of the Year, but it's up for debate. What isn't up for debate is my Song of the Year, which I've brought up about a million times and which never ceases to punch me in the stomach, in the good way: Stars, "Your Ex-Lover is Dead". I know, I know, I've been saying it a million times, but I don't care - that song has me unhinged. Normally I don't necessarily pay much attention to lyrics, but the opening verse is absolutely killer - especially with the melody and the music underneath. Are they Dylan-esque poetry? No. But they convey a feeling that's very, very real:
God it was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said "Yes I think we've met before"
In that instant it started to pour
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Pont Champlain
And all of that time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name
and she responds
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me, you see all the beauty
Repent all your sins
and then, a duet:
it's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news
From the house down the road from real love
What's funny is that up until just now, when I typed all these out, I thought the song was about running into a long-lost ex; in retrospect, it's more about running into a long-lost one-night stand. Still, though, the sensation of crossing paths with someone you were once intimate with, regardless of the intensity, is pretty powerful. At least for me.
2. Kath and I are having a date tonight - we're finally seeing Wallace and Gromit, and we're seeing it in the (somewhat) nearby movie theater in Astoria. wienerschnitzel and I went there once, I think to see "Crouching Tiger"; if I recall correctly, it's a pretty nice theater. Anyway, it's something new, and I'm getting out of the house.
3. Congratulations to all you White Sox fans, whoever you are. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that of all my Chicago-based or -leaning friends on here who care about baseball are Cubs fans. Still, though, I'm glad you're finally getting a taste of champagne. I'm also glad that this trend of long-suffering baseball teams winning titles has ticked off 2 of the most deserving - Cubs or not, Chicago needed a WS title. All this being said, I am HUNGRY for a Yankees title next year, dammit, and I'm hopeful that having Cashman and Torre back means that Steinbrenner and his cronies will let them finally run the team the way they want to.
4. Speaking of cronies, I'm sure you've all read about the Miers withdrawal from the SCOTUS. This is great, as she was dreadfully unqualified (although, to be fair, who isn't?) and undeserving. However, this also illustrates how deeply entrenched the radical right has become in terms of steering the GOP ship; we are not dealing with sane, rational people but certified nutballs who do not care that their radical positions are splitting the party apart. This also means that it would behoove the Democrats to get their shit together, now that the GOP is deeply divided - and it's still not Fitzmas yet - and make sure that we pick up key seats in the next round of elections, ensuring a Democractic majority in the House and Senate in 2008 and taking back the country from the neocon wingnuts.
5. In between books at the moment; I finally finished David Sedaris' "Dress Your Family..." last week but my copy of "The Disappointment Artist" won't arrive for another week or so, so I'm just sorta flipping around my books looking for something to reread. Flipped through a few pages of Hesse's "The Glass Bead Game" before settling on Pynchon's "Crying of Lot 49". I love Pynchon but I forget how fucking insane he is to read.