Never Too Young for History

Barack Obama being sworn in as the 44th President of the United States

Top 20 Albums … of 2007

I was listening to music today on the plane back from meeting my niece and started mentally compiling a list of my favorite albums of the year. In years past, I’d have set it up to post before the end of 2008, but I’m not as timely as I used to be (that’s a kind way of putting it). Still, it’s a fun exercise. Anyhow, I logged in when I got back to see what my list was last year and was a little astonished to find out that I never actually published it.

No promises on how soon I’ll post the 2008 version, but before I do so, I thought I should at least get this out of the way....

My favorite albums of 2007

1. The National - Boxer
2. The Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
3. Radiohead - In Rainbows
4. Joe Henry - Civilians
5. Andrew Bird - Armchair Apocrypha
6. Over the Rhine - The Trumpet Child
7. Club 8 - The Boy Who Couldn’t Stop Dreaming
8. Beirut - The Flying Club Cup
9. Original Soundtrack - I’m Not There
10. Feist - The Reminder
11. Menomena - Friend and Foe
12. Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
13. Wilco - Sky Blue Sky
14. Bettye LaVette - The Scene of the Crime
15. Mary Gauthier - Between Daylight and Dark
16. Okkervil River - The Stage Names
17. The Weakerthans - Reunion Tour
18. The New Pornographers - Challengers
19. Mavis Staples - We’ll Never Turn Back
20. Iron & Wine - The Shepherd’s Dog

For grins:
Best albums of 2006
Best albums of 2005

Keeping Myself on the Street

Just thought that the two of you who still remember this site might like to know that I have a new project.

It’s nothing big, but I’m at least updating it consistently, which is more than I can say for my contributions here.

It’s Still an Awfully Chilly Corner

Leaving the grocery store last night:

Me: Those flakes have gotten bigger since we went inside. That’s actually kind of pretty.
My Wife: Last time it snowed like this, you swore.

So… I might be turning a corner.

Yeah, it’s been a nutty couple of months, but we’re now in Chicago.

Which means that we’ll have the chance to be here tomorrow night:

Cars Are Assholes

Oh Berkeley, I’m going to miss you.

Home Coming

Oh my.

Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead is easily the best book I’ve read in the past few years, full of richly precise prose and just brimming with grace.

I’ve been meaning to revisit it, but realistically I won’t be able to make time for that until after our move in early fall.

Today I discovered that Mrs. Robinson has something even better planned for early fall: a new book. And not just any new book, but a companion to Gilead.

Hundreds of thousands were enthralled by the luminous voice of John Ames in Gilead, Marilynne Robinson’s Pulitzer Prize–winning novel. Home is an entirely independent, deeply affecting novel that takes place concurrently in the same locale, this time in the household of Reverend Robert Boughton, Ames’s closest friend.

Glory Boughton, aged thirty-eight, has returned to Gilead to care for her dying father. Soon her brother, Jack—the prodigal son of the family, gone for twenty years—comes home too, looking for refuge and trying to make peace with a past littered with tormenting trouble and pain.

Jack is one of the great characters in recent literature. A bad boy from childhood, an alcoholic who cannot hold a job, he is perpetually at odds with his surroundings and with his traditionalist father, though he remains Boughton’s most beloved child. Brilliant, lovable, and wayward, Jack forges an intense bond with Glory and engages painfully with Ames, his godfather and namesake.

Home is a moving and healing book about families, family secrets, and the passing of the generations, about love and death and faith. It is Robinson’s greatest work, an unforgettable embodiment of the deepest and most universal emotions.

(via Looking Closer)

Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana

Ah yes: resorting to a silly internet quiz as a proxy for actual writing. It’s maybe a step up from reposting things from Twitter. Maybe.

As for the quiz, I think I was slowed by my typing skills more than anything else:

What was I singing the whole time?

This, of course:

But not nearly as well as the man himself:

A Cheese by Any Other Name

Standing in the cheese aisle, I saw three words I never expected to see together: “Goat Truffle Tremor.” Stranger than that, I wanted some. zalmtweet

Too Much Information

Reading things in the sports pages like “Takashi Saito (buttocks)” makes me grateful that my profession doesn’t have a nationally published injury report. zalmtweet

Moving to the Midway

A few weeks ago I put up a teaser about our upcoming move. Some of you good naturedly took a shot at it. And it was the kind of thing that would have been fun if I hadn’t then more or less forgotten about it. So I apologize for being woefully anticlimactic.

Here’s the scoop: sometime in August or possibly as late as September, we will be moving to the south side of Chicago. More specifically, we’ll be moving to Hyde Park so that the lovely Dr. Zalm (my wife) can begin her postdoctoral work at the U of C.

This will be my second stint in Chicagoland, although this time it will be in the city rather than in the suburbs. And oddly enough, it will be the second time I will have lived in Hyde Park. Although the first time was a little further east.

It’s going to be hard to leave, because there’s an awful lot that we love about Berkeley and the friends that we have here. Once we accepted the position, we went through a few weeks of what could only be described as, well, mourning.

Eventually, I’m sure that we’ll be excited about the move. I grew up near Chicago, so I know that it’s an incredible city in many ways.

But the move is really too far away at this point for us to really engage in the excitement of finding a place to live and searching for new clients or employment for me.

So there you have it. Sorry to have left you hanging.

More to come, I’m sure.

Twitterpated

So I’m late to the party as usual, but I’ve started playing with Twitter. It turns out that throw-away 140-character posts read by very few are easier to churn out than more thoughtful 400-word posts read by comparatively less few.

Sad, but true.

So feel free to follow along and you too can discover things like: which part of me is sunburnt? Or, how did my NCAA bracket end up? Or, what were people doing in the street outside my apartment on Easter?

Thrilling stuff, to be sure.

And yes, I’m aware that this could very well be a gateway social networking app, leading to darker waters like *gasp* Facebook.

I guess I’m just that kind of brave.

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