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APOLOGIES FOR THE AUTO-BUTT-SCRATCHERY

FROM December 18, 2007

I was just totally reading one of those extra-self-referential, high-horsey cooleyhighharmony l'academe d'forever "end of year round-up" thingies, and a stream of drool literally began trickling out the side of my mouth from boredom. I apologize if posting my own top 10s was too narcissitic (though to be fair it was requested; additionally, it was already typed out). Dear everyone, I promise when I write my year-end essay I will try not be sanctimonious or "omniscient narrator."

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Comments (3):

1. we wouldn't be readin' if we didn't like it
2. THIS IS YOUR BLOG, YOU'RE 'SPOSEDA TO THAT SHIM

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1. we wouldn't be readin' if we didn't like it
2. THIS IS YOUR BLOG, YOU'RE 'SPOSEDA DO THAT SHIM

laura griffin on at

Apology for the opacity on the previous entry's comments section, apparently I have zero writing abilities. The speech and debate class I took in high school involved sitting around and watching students from across the country perform monologues from The Exonerated. For clearance: I love Kala and I love this blog and today I drove home while listening to Jaheim's Ghetto Classics entirely on the basis of its inclusion in your contribution to last year's staff list. It kind of hit me the same way Keyshia Cole's Streets is a Mothafucka did, completely recontextualizing the rest of that album, but I mention that because you, being the purveyor of the anti-dilettante's conscientious approach to music writing, are a beacon (there's that high school motivational lexicon creeping in!) and the mere inclusion of a musical reference next to your name is like patent approval from an OG whose tough love normally sonned the youngins. Not that there's an O in your G (context!) as you ARE one of the youngins, but with a big sis status? I'm tiptoeing on landmines sprung into existence by paranoid semantics, what I'm trying to say is I don't think it's narcissistic to present a list with grandstanding heirarchical orders when it's a personal stamp of what got YOU on that other level and could do that for others too! And with all the other lists looking like fraternal twins dressed up with the same haircuts and cashmier sweaters there's yours cutting up your mom's old clothes and owning the block like it was yours to begin with. Thanks again, though!

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