2012. I'm having a tough time getting used to this... number. It sounds too futuristic, and yet, it seems so clunky, like dialing a rotary phone or rewinding a top loader VCR. I'm not sure why I feel this way, but perhaps it has something to do with the only time I use "2012" -- when I'm writing a check, something that's only required for rent and something that makes me feel like I'm cradling a ten pound Western Electric receiver on my shoulder, calling guests invited to my Fondu party. "Don't forget the grass, Cheryl."
Well, no. What am I saying? That clunky check writing, reefer smoking, time machine fantasy my mother lived out in real life is much more charming than "2012." After all, it's not 2010. It's not a Peter Hyams/Arthur C. Clarke movie starring a man who knew how to dial a rotary with Fosse inspired panache (among many other things), the brilliant Roy Scheider. No, it's a Roland Emmerich movie starring John Cusack, an actor who could never, not in a million 2012s, dial a phone like Bob Fosse. It's also the year, if you believe in various theories and chiefly, the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar, that earth will suffer a major cataclysmic event. The end of the world. If you're depressed, which I have been nearly every January of my life, look forward to December 21, 2012 because we're all doomed. Let's just hope that doomsday shines as beautifully as planet Melancholia. (I'm not kidding about that.)
So, even as it's January 12, 2012, I'm still thinking about 2011, which had a nicer ring to it. With that, here's my 15 favorite of 2011 as pictured on my Tumblr blog. There were many more people, places and things that I loved. But, from Fernando Pessoa to the Nutty Club Candy factory, I stuck to a hard 15. I may go for 15 more, but I always write things like that, which is very 2011 of me.
This clip of Bukka White which I had never seen before:
Check out the entire list at Sunset GunShots.