Well, it wasn't easy, but after endless hours of fretting and ruminating and studied, stressed-out headphonery, I have at last been able to compile a play list of the tracks that got me most excited this year. What can I say? This year was a stunner - look no further than these twenty lil' ditties, kiddies.
Guess who got an Icanhascheezburger T-shirt for the holidays? You motherfuckers are jealous.
We got some serious cat lovers over here, but we still haven't managed to convince our copy editors to make "kittehs" instead of "kitties" a part of our official in-house style. Maybe if enough readers leave comments supporting the change, our rigid copy desk will lighten up a little.
If you want a little perspective on the Governor's health plan, take a minute and read this amazing story (thanks, Calitics) about a massive protest organized to get a desperately ill 17-year-old girl a liver transplant. The liver was available; the doctors were ready. Read more »
The San Francisco Bicycle Coalition has abandoned plans for a June ballot measure that would approve some bicycle projects and bypass the court injunction that is blocking all bike system improvements until 2009 at the earliest. SFBC director Leah Shahum tells us the group had been working hard on the ballot measure, enjoying good political support and doing a poll that showed wide public support. "But it started to look uglier and uglier from a legal perspective," she said. Read more »
Well, not everyone, but there's a fascinating bit of political polling intelligence here. The site, designed by Matt Waterman, allows you to select positions on key issues and then matches the positions of the various candidates to see who comes closest to your opinions.
It's no surprise that Dennis Kucinich was the winner when I did the survey; I knew I agrred with Kucinich on almost everything. Read more »
Not the Little Fuzzy's Dec. 12 farewell show, but the same costumes.
By Chris DeMento
Seeing a band for the first time can be a treat; seeing a band for the first time on the night of its final performance can be a cathartic, dare I say, religious sort of romp: all the byzantine emotional complexity, malodorous subtext, the washed-over memories of the road and her shitty vomitoria, so many tensions and recollections spilling forth ecstatically. Read more »