Decade musings

2009 does NOT feel like the end of a decade for me. Not the way 1999 did, but then all four numbers changed and it was the end of a century and there was Y2K, so that was a little different. But it just seems like 1-10 should go together instead of 0-9, because I wouldn’t put 2000 with the nineties, but maybe it could just be by itself or something, and I know that would make the decades uneven, but isn’t that worth it for my personal piece of mind?
(Also, is it just me, or is the “naughties” an oddly appropriate term?…Really: just me then? Okay, just checking.)
In any case, I’ve seen a lot of best of the decade lists floating around, and really I had no idea until now how many people loooved Children of Men! Craziness. I thought it was blaaaah. Also: Kill Bill. It sure did have a lot of ninjas.
I like favourites lists, but I never know whether to go with what I think is the best of what I’ve seen or with what I actually liked the best, because sometimes I have the sense that oh, say Lost in Translation is probably a pretty good movie, but I still actually much prefer She’s the Man. With tv it gets a little easier, because I’m a lot more confident on how my likes and dislikes stack up against what’s actually good and bad, and when you get into books, I can get into serious detail about why all the other “best of..” lists are completely and utterly wrong and useless. Music I won’t even attempt. I know what I like, but I don’t have any grasp at all on the field at large. I will say my favourite song that came out this year was “Single Ladies” by Beyonce, but for all I know that could have come out last year and I’m only liking it just now.

So, movies:
2009-wise, my favourite movies of the year were “Away we Go,” “I love you, man” and “Zombieland.” That is what I liked. I also have pretty high hopes for “The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus.” I did not like “Star Trek” (and in that case I use the quotes in multiple senses).
Decade-wise: in no particular order except that in which I thought of them: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Pan’s Labyrinth, The Incredibles, The Departed, Mean Girls, Donnie Darko, The 40 year old virgin, The Dark Knight, Amelie, Moulin Rouge.

TV:
In 2009: Tv’s a little different, because barring cancellation, the same stuff comes back year after year, but I’ll make a special mention of “Lost” (because while it has had five seasons, I only started watching this year), “Community” and “Glee” (which are my favourite new shows by a long shot), “30 rock” (because I just watched it a LOT this year) and “American Idol” (because I watched it this year and liked it and you all can just suck it).
Decade-wise:
Comedy DEFINITIVE top 5: (in no particular order) How I met your mother, The Office (US), 30 Rock, South Park, Scrubs, Arrested Development. Shit, that’s six. Well, South Park is a cartoon, so it doesn’t really count.
(Ok this is my disclaimer: Scrubs is crap now, but it did have five great years, which we have to remember, even in light of its latter-day sins (which are many). Also, you could argue Friends deserves some mention, but it was not good this decade; it was good in the nineties. Also, I automatically ruled out some shows that may well become classics–Community, Better Off Ted, Glee, Modern Family, and Parks and Recreation–just because it’s really too soon to tell.)
Drama somewhat-less-definitive top 5: Lost, Farscape, Chuck, Jericho, Dr. Who. Bonus: Slings and Arrows, Firefly.
(Disclaimer #2: I consider Freaks and Geeks a nineties show. Moving on…I have not seen The Wire yet. I will get to it. I also have not seen the Sopranos. It’s obvious from the list I picked that I prefer comedy to drama, since even the dramas I picked have huge comedy angles, and though it’s definitely tilted sharply towards sci-fi, I left out BSG. Mad Men I have seen, and I like it but I’m not totally head over heels. Breaking Bad I have also seen and it disturbed me immensely in a bad way.)

Books:
2009: The best book I read this year was over the top and far and away “Watership Down” but that clearly did not come out in 2009. This just happened to be the first year I read it. I thought 2009 was a bit of a disappointing year for me reading-wise. Audrey Niffenegger’s follow-up to The Time Traveler’s Wife came out and started promising but fell flat, and I didn’t like the new Christopher Brookmyre, and John Crowley’s new one was so-so. I did like the new Coupland, (though it definitely wasn’t his best) so that’s something. I am pinning a lot of my hopes on Jasper Fforde’s “Shades of Grey”, due out four days after Christmas.
Decade-wise: “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger, “Everything is Illuminated” by Jonathan Safran Foer, “jPod” by Douglas Coupland, Jasper Fforde’s Thursday Next books (all five collectively), “Freakonomics” by Stephen Leavitt and Steven Dubner, “Spanish Fly” by Will Ferguson, “A Tale Etched in Blood and Hard Black Pencil” by Christopher Brookmyre, “Black Swan Green” by David Mitchell, “The History of Love” by Nicole Krauss and “Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell” by Susanna Clarke. I’m probably forgetting something. A decent decade for books.

I was gonna get a little more in-depth, but it’s pretty late and I’d (surprise!) rather use my time off reading books than blogging about them. This will probably not be my last end of year type update.

Hypothetical Conversation Between Me and an E-book Reader*

*by which I mean the technology that reads e-books, rather than a person.

Amy: Die painfully and burst into flames, E-book Reader!!

E-book Reader: (swiveling an easy chair around and casually looking up) Oh. Hey, Amy. Whassup? I didn’t see you there.

Amy: Don’t try to be the bigger person here, E-book Reader; we both know you’re just a shiny casing fitted over an evil soulless chasm.

E-b.R: (chuckles nonchalantly) You’re such a kidder.

Amy: Acknowledge your innate evilness, dammit!!

E-b.R: (gently stroking a cat nuzzled into its face. Its eyes get very wide) But…I read books. It’s what I’m made for. You love books, Amy; you told me so yourself. And I can give you access to hundreds, thousands even, at the mere touch of a button. That’s…what you want, isn’t it?

Amy: (fist in the air) Not like this! Never like this!

E-b.R: Why? Why can’t you open your heart to me? Just because I’m beautiful and desired doesn’t mean that I don’t have a brain too, that I don’t have…feelings (brings face to hands and sobs).

Amy: You’re just a machine!

E-b.R: And what about that makes me so abhorrent to you? They fixed the glare, you know; you’ll more likely lose your eyesight reading paper books in poor lighting.

Amy: I’ll never share the same connection with you that I have with my other books!

E-b.R: (giggling flirtatiously) But that’s ridiculous! They’ve replicated note-taking features and page-turning too! You can leave me on a desk, come back later and retrieve the right page without worrying about creases or wear and tear.

Amy: How can you be so callous? You’re going to be the death of print literature!

E-b.R: (looking slightly confused)…but if I can do everything they can, why is that a bad thing? Maybe this is just their time.

Amy: (drops fist, wavers slightly)

E-b.R: (continuing, the hint of a smile starts to peek out) You see, I’m just the same as all the books before me, only better. I contain endless possibility. You’ll never have to worry again about what book to pack or having your entire library lost by a shipping carrier. No more worrying about what point to separate mass markets from trades to make sure your stacks don’t become unbalanced. I have a built-in organization system. My books are always in perfect condition, just the way you like them. Only I can cater to your every need, the perfect book for your every desire… (leans in, puckering lips)

Amy: (closes eyes and leans in, at the last second breaking away in horror) No! This is all so wrong!! I like having to choose which books to carry with me, and I like having to commit to reading one and not switching back and forth every time my mood or the wind changes! I want to keep browsing stores, collecting stacks of books I can’t afford until gradually weeding it down to one or two choices that feel so right in my hands. You, you’d have me believe that I can bend my reading to my heart’s desire, but if I do that, I’ll never be able to appreciate the worth of the book in front of me. I’ll never be absorbed if all the time I have endless possibilities at my fingertips!! For that matter, I’ll never be absorbed if I’m reading books from a computer screen! You can keep denying it, but *real* books, they’re connected to the world outside computers–their heft, the paper they’re printed on, the shelf space they occupy, who knows? Without having to organize books, without having to care for them, without worrying they’ll be lost in transit…without all those things, I won’t have to contribute anything to the reading process. I won’t truly appreciate the inherent value of a book because you’ll make them all interchangable, and I can flit from one to the other forever and ever.
Not to mention, I’ll lose the feel of flipping through pages with my thumb…of scanning a book I’ve just bought because I don’t want to dive in, not just yet. No more staring at a row of covers or going to a friend’s house for the first time and browsing their collection until spotting a gem. A book used to be a piece of art within itself! We’ve already lost illuminated manuscripts; must we be reduced to shoving the entire canon into a single piece of metal alongside trashy romance novels and vapid serialists?? You might be practical, but that’s not what literature is!!

E-b.R: (making a last desperate plea) You mean, you don’t find me sexy?

Amy: Of course you’re sexy. And you won’t stop. You’ll keep going until books are historical relics. You won’t stop. You’ll never stop… (the fury begins to build)

The room falls silent. Just as Amy is about to move, E-book Reader emits a low, steady laugh. Amy looks up to see sparks in flux around the outer shell, which begins to melt away revealing a menacing mix of black circuits. Wires become tentacles, reaching out with destructive intent.

E-b.R: (the slippery charm is gone from the voice, replaced by the low menace of the true form) You should have loved me when you had the chance. (it moves forward to attack)

Amy quickly scans the room for a weapon. Spotting the fireplace poker, she dives to retrieve it. Seeing this, E-book Reader moves to cut her off, bot h reaching the weapon at the same time. E-book reader launches into Amy, pinning her down. Amy stretches out her hand for the fireplace poker…just…out…of…reach. She stretches her arm….almost there. E-book reader looks down upon the helpless victim, laughing maniacally at her vain attempts to secure the weapon. Victory assured, E-book reader raises its tentacles for the death blow…

Just then, Amy’s arm reaches the final millimetres, securing the poker. With E-book reader’s arms still raised, she stabs with all her might, right in the middle of the circuitry. A high-pitched whine is emitted as Amy scrambles out from E-book Reader’s hold and watches as it falls, lifeless, to the floor. One last death rattle, then nothing.

Amy: (spits) Go back to Star Trek. Bitch. Exeunt

A Pop Culture Query

I realize that this question is not exactly topical, but when a scrawny guy with a sideways baseball cap and a huge black jacket with skulls on it boarded my bus yesterday, Offspring’s “Pretty Fly (for a white guy)” couldn’t help but jump into my head. I realize the best person to answer this question would be a teenager from the late 90s, but I didn’t know the answer then, and until now I have never got around to asking.
Anyway, there’s a line from the song that goes, “He’s getting a tatoo, yeah, he’s getting it done/He asked for a 13, but they drew a 31.”

On what basis is 13 cooler than 31? I realize 13 has it’s own phobia while 31 does not, but from what I know of my own coolness level, I’m pretty sure that’s not what The Offspring were going for. Is it a sex thing? Is 13 like 69? What is it? Please tell me.

Breakfast at STU

Remember breakfasts down in the Rigby caf, on weekends when if you were lucky they were serving strawberry waffles and there was still whipped cream left and maple syrup on the side with scrambled eggs, bacon and homefries, and it was just breakfast breakfast breakfast until 12:30 or maybe it was 1 but sometimes you still wouldn’t make it and the only question that every really mattered on weekend mornings was whether the possibility of strawberry waffles is worth those last fragments of sleep that you might not have tomorrow? And sometimes your friends would wake you up and you’d all go together, shuffling down the halls like waffle zombies; I remember one really specific time when I woke up with maybe 15 minutes to spare and Joel was standing in my room at the end of my bed but for a second I just thought he was part of my dorm furniture and it really blew my sleep-addled mind when a second later I remembered that it was Joel and we were going to go to breakfast, which we did, but I don’t remember the breakfast part. I assume it was delicious. And then there were other times where you’d just get up and take your chances, trudge your way down to the caf and see who else had made it or if Lindsay was working or something, and you’d palpably feel different from all the ones who were still in bed–like you were on different teams, but it was never clear who had won exactly…and most of the time we just came in whatever we slept in or whatever was cleanest or comfiest or nearest to the bed, but occasionally I even dressed up for breakfast because I’d wear my pajamas to school no question but breakfast was sort of an event and maybe if they had ever served waffles with strawberry sauce in class, I might have dressed up for that too…

Anyway, I miss that. That was nice.

“Because our pain makes us real, Dawson”

I fell in love with Dawson’s Creek in the summer of 2003, my first summer home from St. Thomas. If the first summer after college is indeed a universally frustrating experience, then I would guess that mine was worse than most in a number of ways. I won’t invoke past hells, but it’s just now occurred to me that the two accursed jobs (one MUCH moreso than the other–I’m glaring at you, A&W) at which I spent most of my waking hours may have been helping keep my sanity much more than I realized at the time.
However, one fond memory I have of that summer were those sunny May mornings before I found work (or work found me, if you prefer), waking up at 8 in an empty house and dragging my blanket downstairs for four morning hours of Capeside drama. Waking up early was an accident at first; I actually found it rather inconvenient at the time. I spent the first day or two heartily ashamed of myself, and then before I even realized it, I just…wasn’t anymore. I grew to love Pacey and Joey and Jack and Jen, if not actually Dawson himself.

Until recently, I hadn’t thought about the show since that summer ended, almost six years ago now. That in itself seems almost unreal; television devotee that I have since become, I’ve watched and rewatched almost every show that ever touched me. But my summer fling with Dawson’s Creek remained all but forgotten until finding seasons 3 and 4 in a WalMart bargain bin three days ago. Since then, I’ve spent far too many hours watching the whole of season 3, which to my surprise, I mostly missed in my TBS viewings all those years ago.

I like the show now more than I did then, or rather, I feel freer to like it now, as I’m hopefully confident enough in my opinions not to be swayed by critical consensus. It had compelling characters, and while the quality of the writing is nothing to Freaks & Geeks, I’d hold the two on an even keel for the way they portrayed their themes and situations. Dawson’s Creek was never considered *edgy* in the same way that Freaks & Geeks was, but it did celebrate peripheral culture, if only more optimistically than its ’80s-set counterpart. Because that was the ’90s: optimism. In the world of Capeside, a ballsy anti-establishment speech condemning the cheerleading squad will get you elected Homecoming Queen on the same day that your gay best friend becomes the star of the football team. Dawson’s crew were part of the freaks and the geeks of Capeside High, but they told us they were cool and we believed them.

Sadly, Dawson’s Creek most likely finds far more comparisons to Gossip Girl, the current trendsetter in the “How much teen sex is too much?” department. In many ways, the latter is not a bad show narrative-wise, but I still can’t watch it anymore. I wasn’t made for casual relationships…even with tv shows, and horrible people just irritate me. Even at their worst, the Capeside teens all had noble goals and dreams, and they spent the series actively trying to grow as people and to support their friends and loved ones. They subverted the status quo, and would have laughed off the very idea of obsessive social-climbing. Nobody ever mentioned fashion. Their lowest faults were committed out of fear or blindness, rather than spite or malice. Occasional (or more than occasional, DAWSON) bouts of self-righteousness is still a lot better than blatant, unapologetic selfishness.
Both shows are infamous for their portrayals of teen sex, but watching Dawson’s Creek ten years after its debut, it’s insane how far TV has gone off the deep end in that department. Season 3 in its entirety contained no sex whatsoever; there’s even a 3-episode arc where Pacey and Jen decide to have casual sex (which of course doesn’t work out), but they NEVER actually do it. Contrary to the press it got back in the day, this is not a parent’s worst nightmare. Especially since, sex or no sex, Dawson’s Creek always found the characters struggling with moral and ethical issues and the difficulties of doing the right thing, a feature all but absent from current teen fare. I won’t at this time attempt to pass judgment on censorship issues and “appropriate” tv content (mostly because I think the word “appropriate” completely misses the point in a way I won’t even attempt to explain except to say that, sure, maybe you should be allowed to have all the smut you want, but I think a certain amount of moral tension is necessary to actually tell a decent story, because otherwise, at a certain point it just turns into porn, which is fine I guess if that’s what you’re going for, but who would ever claim that it’s Good Art?), but I will say that I wouldn’t want any kid of mine watching Gossip Girl.

I’m looking forward to watching season 4; the knowledge that Joey and Pacey are together in the end (whoops, Spoiler Alert) will see me through their tumultuous first relationship and break-up. Even with their super-charged vocabularies (it delights AND educates) and melo-dramatic problems, I can’t help but connect with these characters in a way I couldn’t even with the Freaks & Geeks crew. In one season 3 episode, Joey, Jen, and Andie have a regular high school girls’ night sleepover, and I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a better portrayal of what high school sleepovers were, and it brought me back to that 2003 summer when it wasn’t such a bad place after all, and I missed my high school slumber parties with Megan and Cara and all the many sleepovers before that.