their plan was to knock me out the top of the game:

I know I should probably blog today - I don't want to go two days in a row without doing so quite this early in the year - but I said I would probably be talking about my top albums of 2008 and frankly, gentle readers, I just don't care to do that right now. however, I have been pretty preoccupied today by a variety of potential new year's resolutions, and I feel like I have narrowed the list down to a level that is doable and significant; since I'm such a big screaming deal, I have decided that these resolutions constitute a blog that you will enjoy reading.


I'm glad you agree, gentle readers. somehow I knew that you would.



- get ripped by June 1st. this is partially motivated by the idea that if I'm really hardcore about the gym and my diet for about six months, whatever level of fitness I achieve by that point will be something I can maintain with a more reasonable level of effort in the foreseeable future. mostly it's just because I'm really vain.

- become at least moderately educated on one new subject a month. Derrida and Althusser have already been awarded January and February, respectively, but hopefully this will eventually lead me a little further out of my intellectual comfort zone.

- only hang out with strangers whenever possible in 2009. there are certain exceptions to this rule, of course: certain people are grandfathered in, and if I haven't seen you in six months or if we only talk on the internet for the majority of the year, you're exempt. but by and large, the people I've met so far are boring (sorry about your luck, people I've met so far) and I am determined to cultivate a social circle more reflective of my tastes and goals.

- write a rap album. I know I say this a lot, and frankly, I've probably got two albums' worth of rhymes written. but when I say 'write a rap album' I mean edit and practice twelve raps to the point that I would be comfortable performing them in front of a vast sea of humans I do not know personally. I'm talking about some shit that is purely discipline and muscle memory, you know? by December it shall be so.



I feel like this is enough to keep me busy for twelve months and still have time for weekend hilarity.

stay tuned to this bat-channel for further musical revelations this week.





(but I overstand, they truth is all lame:)

I was drawn with larger hands:

one of my New Year's resolutions involved a blog a day - and I know that I say that a lot, but I meant it that time, gentle readers, but between moving into my new apartment and an impromptu trip to the emergency room, it just hasn't been feasible the last few days to sit down for more than ten minutes in any one spot or have more than four thoughts in a row.

so, to make up for it, here is my more than slightly belated top twenty albums of 2008, which I will spend the remainder of this week elaborating on - complete with Albums That You Think Are Awesome But Actually Sort Of Suck(tm).


onward!




TOP TWENTY:

#1: Girl Talk - Feed the Animals
#2: The Cool Kids - The Bake Sale EP
#3: Black Milk - Tronic
#4: Invincible - Shapeshifters
#5: T.I. - Paper Trail
#6: Squarepusher - Just a Souvenir
#7: The Breeders - Mountain Battles
#8: Blizten Trapper - Furr
#9: Why? - Alopecia
#10: Max Tundra - Parallax Error Beheads You
#11: Vast Aire - Dueces Wild
#12: Atmosphere - When Life Gives You Lemons You Paint That Shit Gold
#13: GZA - Pro Tools
#14: Lil' Wayne - Tha Carter III
#15: Tapes 'n Tapes - Walk It Off
#16: Subtle: ExitingARM
#17: Food For Animals - Belly
#18: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!!
#19: dj/rupture - uproot
#20: Kanye West - 808s & Heartbreak


HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Jaguar Love - Take Me to the Sea
Spiritualized - Songs in A&E
The Walkmen - You & Me
The Bug - London Zoo
Cut Copy - In Ghost Colours
Scarface - Emeritus
Moe Pope & Headnodic - Megaphone
88 Keys - The Death of Adam


SOMETHING I AM LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW THAT YOU SHOULD WANT:

Gas - Nah und Fern (box set madness!)




and with that I am spent. dinner demands my attention.


until next time.




(and holding's not for strangers, it's for friends:)