3. 1 is an incredibly versatile number and a perennial top 10 on any serious list. Depending on context, 1 can mean someone is on top of the world, the absolute best at something, but it can also mean urine. And 1 is a great number for lazy, rhyming puns like “I won so I’m number 1.” Why isn’t 1 number 1 on list? Because despite all it has to offer, it’s still the loneliest number. Self-pity is unbecoming.
2. What’s not to love about the number 9? It’s the highest single number in the base 10 system (to get higher than 9, you have to combine a 1 and the 0). And it’s a homophone for the German word meaning no. In our increasingly interconnected world, can any other number boast that kind of cultural caché? Nein.
1. The story of 2’s return to the top spot is inspiring. Without musical giants like Marvin Gaye or Rob Base behind it, 2 has struggled in recent years. Further eroding 2’s standing is the culture’s growing acceptance of polyamory, which has caused 2 to steadily lose its iconic status as a signifier of stable, committed relationships.
So how did 2 push past 1 and 9 to grab the number 1 spot for 2013? The Internet, of course. The premium placed on brevity by participants in contemporary digital communication has given 2 a new life that has pushed it far beyond its numeric roots. Today 2 is not only a preposition, but also an adverb. It’s a development no one, with the possible exception of Prince, could have predicted.
Rock and roll ballerina on Flickr.
I guess my least favorite actor is John Wilkes Booth— Megan Amram (@meganamram) December 18, 2013
On the Internet, everyone will be famously racist for 15 minutes.— Pete Corson (@petecorson) December 22, 2013
I took our three-year-old to see a local performance of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer yesterday. I knew the song and it’s appalling lyrics (reindeer mistreat Rudolph b/c of his appearance, only to embrace him after Santa gives his blessing), but didn’t realize the plot of the play largely matched the song’s lyrics. In fact, the play is worse than the song because, in the play, Rudolph’s parents and Santa also mistreat him because of his appearance. Rudolph’s father only treats him well when he fears for Rudolph’s safety, and Santa embraces him only after determining that Rudolph alone has the necessary skills to “save” Christmas.
Because most of what is so vile about the story is rendered in dialogue I don’t think a three-year-old can follow, I think her impressionable mind made it through stain-free. Still, I like to talk to her about the meaning of the stories we read and see together. After the play, I told her I think it’s about how people can transcend their bigotry when it’s in their economic self-interest. She disagrees and insists the play’s theme is “Can I have a snow monster, Daddy?”
We’re both right.
Nick Lowe’s beautiful, new “I Was Born In Bethlehem” will be on my Christmas playlist forever.
I’d intended for the post below to be the final one here, but then this just happened at Nelson Mandela’s memorial service—not exactly a funeral, to be fair, but I’ll just go ahead and take credit for the whole thing. Thank you, world, and good night!
The desertion still stings the ego a bit, but I’ve pretty much moved into the “good fucking riddance” camp.
Also, look at how the Downtown Connector leveled SO MANY HOMES, tearing neighborhoods apart. Those communities deserved/deserve better.
Signing for more of Grandma’s adas polo (Persian rice and lentils) (Taken with GifBoom)
Adelaide is turning into a sharp music critic. She grabbed the sleeve of the first Crosby, Stills and Nash album this morning and asked, “Why is there is a couch outside?” Then she asked to hear Marc Bolan instead.