December 30, 2008
Top not.
Many of us feel additional pressure at the end of December. Don’t deny it, you know you’re one of those people. I can certainly feel something weighing on me, but it’s not necessarily due to the traditional year-end nonsense. Is it the implied deadlines associated with finishing up last minute projects or the well-intentioned resolutions to be tackled over the next few months? No, those are things I can manage … or simply ignore. The pressure I’m feeling is specifically related to compiling some manner of the annual “Top Ten List”.
How cool were the items I hunted? Were my playlists hip enough? How attuned were my references to culturally and politically significant events? Did I read everything I should have read this year? Does it really matter? Does anyone care?
Top ten reasons why I’m not making a top ten list.
- It’s pretty evident that the interwebs are clogged with top ten lists this time of year. Why add to the supersaturated muddle?
- Honestly, I don’t go to the movies. I don’t stream movies. I don’t download movies to my iPod. I barely, if ever, find the time to rent movies that I would have liked to have watched in the theatres when they were released. My cinematic excursions this year consisted of a single trip to see Wall-E … at the cheap seats. You can’t quite compile a list of your favourite films based on a data set of one.
- My favourite “new” music is more often discovered by scrounging old sources and digging through what I already own. I can’t keep up with the constant fire hose of current music, so why attempt to come up with a list of my latest faves? Even if I limited my sample to a single sub-sub-genre — high BPM chiptune electropop performed exclusively on un-circuitbent Game Boy devices, for example — there’d still be too much to information to review and parse.
- Last.fm
- I prefer listening to music, rather than telling people about it.
- I prefer listening to music, rather than going to movies.
- Top ten lists are basically year-end blog filler. Oops.
- They’re a bit pretentious.
- The humbling insignificance I experience every time I view the work of Mr Felton should be reason enough never to attempt a year in review.
- I don’t care. Nobody does.
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