It seems like only a few months ago that this meme began its third year, but of course it’s been a full 52 weeks.

I fell a little short of my goal. Starting a full-time job, among other things, has sucked away my time, as evidenced by the lack of decent posting in the last six months or so.

But I have been keeping up with my meme. Though I passed the stated “52 Books in 52 Weeks” goal by a decent margin, I fell short of my own personal goal, which was to read more pages than last year. This year, the grand total was 20173 pages in 58 books. In fact, this was the lowest-yield year so far, falling short of the previous two years in both total aggregate pages and discrete book count. I chalk that up to starting a full-time programming position, which has hampered my free time somewhat. In addition, I moved into my own apartment this fall, and both the transition and the upkeep further limit my free time for reading.

This year, like previous years, I was all over the board in terms of book style. I finally managed to read the Lord of the Rings trilogy [1, 2, 3] as well as the drier but no less influential The Silmarillion. Reading Tolkien can be a visceral joy for language geeks and history buffs; more casual fantasy fans might want to stick to the movies.

2007 also saw the long-awaited conclusion of the Harry Potter series with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which would have been a bad book if we hadn’t all been waiting 10 years to read it. No wonder Rowling’s a billionaire.

My surprise hit of the year was Marisha Pessl’s Special Topics in Calamity Physics, a jarringly intellectual bildungsroman-cum-murder mystery that may either prove the brilliant first work of an equally brilliant young author, or a singular sensation.

The other surprise hit was another quirkily intellectual piece called The Raw Shark Texts, an oddly postmodern work that bent the narrative around the construction of memory and the physical transmittance of abstract information. I still don’t entirely understand it, but I liked it. It, too, is a debut novel, and I’m curious to see what the future holds in store for the author.

This year also proved some some internet phenomena should just stay on the internet. As soon as you take an exaggerated constructed personality, which is funny in its spontaneity, and have it jump through the hoops of writing, publishing, and marketing those same jokes in book form, you’ve ceased being internet-funny and starting being real-world-pathetic. cf. The Alphabet of Manliness; also Love and Other Near-Death Experiences.

Finally, Stephen Colbert further demonstrates his inability to get out of Jon Stewart’s shadow. His not-as-funny-as-The-Daily-Show show gives birth to his not-as-funny-as-America-the-Book book, called I Am America (And So Can You!)

For a full listing of all the books read this year, check out the 52 Books in 52 Weeks, 2007 page. And stay tuned for next year.

§1945 · December 29, 2007 · 3 comments · Tags: ,

This is always basically the highlight of the my year. A few samples:

37. Mitt Romney

Charges: America’s first clip-art presidential candidate, Romney is a strange mixture of game show host looks and android charm. A true flip-flopper, Romney’s ability to turn on an ideological dime is unparalleled, but his excuses are so inauthentic that even Republicans have trouble suspending their disbelief.

Exhibit A: “You can’t have freedom without religion, and you can’t have religion without freedom.”

Sentence: Strapped to the roof of his family car, which his dog attempts to drive across the country, but crashes horribly (because dogs can’t drive, of course). Romney’s flesh burns off in the ensuing fire, revealing him to be a standard protocol droid set to world domination mode. Narrowly edged out of primary race by Huckabee.

34. Joe Francis

Charges: The “brain” behind Girls Gone Wild, a series of videos documenting the decline of American civilization, Francis is the Ray Kroc of tit shots. A whinging, muppet-faced, juvenile smut-peddler who obtusely compares his artless, homogenized flesh surfeit to “European television,” he proves daily that alcohol is the original date rape drug, and still the best. Has sapped flashing of its spontaneity, transforming it into merely another sad, numbing cultural reflex. Makes one guiltily long for the days when puritanism forced more gifted pornographers to exercise restraint.

Exhibit A: Pathologically entrepreneurial, he reputedly exhorts his cameramen by shouting “I want taco!”

Sentence: Cast as lead in first mass-market snuff film.

17. Hillary Clinton

Charges: Began in politics as a teenage Nixon supporter — that’s twisted. Moved on to corporate law, representing Wal-Mart and bravely defending Coca-Cola from disabled employees. Married out of ambition. Failed miserably as the first lady of health care. Has spent whole of senatorial career as a hawk and a panderer. Would have no shot at becoming president if she didn’t just happen to be married to one already.

Exhibit A: Has deftly avoided the flip-flopper label — by never, ever answering a question directly or committing to a position in the first place.

Sentence: Victim of vast right wing conspiracy to shove a brick up her ass.

What are you waiting for? Go and read the rest!

§1947 · December 28, 2007 · (No comments) · Tags: , , ,

The “Allison’s home” edition.

Friday Random Ten

  1. Odyssey – [Odyssey #03] Amon-Ra
  2. Symphony X – [The Odyssey #07] Awakenings
  3. Calexico – [Feast Of Wire #19] Fallin’ Rain
  4. Silverchair – [Young Modern #05] Those Thieving Birds (Part 1), Strange Behaviour, Those Thieving Birds (Part 2)
  5. Black Ox Orkestar – [Nisht Azoy #03] Violin Duet
  6. Rufus Wainwright – [Want One #07] Vibrate
  7. Neurosis – [A Sun That Never Sets #07] Crawl Back In
  8. Sondre Lerche – [Phantom Punch #05] Tragic Mirror
  9. Änglagård – [Epilog #02] Höstsejd
  10. The Smashing Pumpkins – [Adore #14] For Martha

My phone’s on vibrate for you:

  • The Smedley Log (Loudon’s the father of Rufus, am I right? Wicked awesome.)
§1942 · December 14, 2007 · 5 comments · Tags: ,

the bleeding beat,
	it sows so sweet a misery
	that only jumps its sombre pace
	when landing at her feet.

But Oh!         What Dreadful Havoc             /Her countenance
                Hath She Wrought                /a cannonball
                Upon the Ramparts               /to armor plates
                Of My Heart                     /and mortar walls

and in her lacking?
	lonely notes.  from pianos black
		with minor keys,
the sombre march of major locks.

Stars shriek
	of their radiant heat
	their burning hearts
	beset by light
	that only marks their very edges,
	tiny deaths of blinding white.

And Oh!	       What Fiery Spirit                /My bosom rent
               Must She Court                   /by basest shades,
               With All the Blazes              /its edges bound by
               Of Her Heart                     /spans of days

and in her laughing?
	children's knees.  the lonely bones
		from bulbs derived,
while cutting fine their filaments.

this bleeding beat,
	it sows so sweet a misery
	that only leaps its solemn cant
	when landing at her feet.
§1935 · December 10, 2007 · 1 comment · Tags:

I don’t usually talk about work on this blog, simply because I’ve read enough horror stories about blogging work matters to know how badly it ends. Granted, if I were to blog about my job, it would mostly consist of technology bits, but it’s still one of those grey areas I avoid out of propriety.

Yet, I find myself at home, with a White Russian and the urge to opine.

Read more…

§1941 · December 8, 2007 · 8 comments · Tags: , , , , , , ,