So, as you might have noticed, I failed to carry through on that one last mix exchange I threatened to have before the end of the year. When I shopped the idea around a couple of months ago, by e-mail, there was some interest from past exchange participants, but overall I think people have grown a little tired of the whole thing. (I’ve been doing this now for, what? Five or six years?) Certainly the number of CDs involved has become a little overwhelming for some people, even when I opted to split the exchange into smaller groups and send everybody fewer discs. It just seemed like a good time to take a little break.

At the same time, however, I’m finding that I have more and more new music I’d like to share with people. It’s been a real challenge to create mix CDs that don’t span two or more discs, that don’t spill over with what I think are great songs…so I really didn’t want to just stop creating mixes altogether.

What I’ve decided to do for 2007 is something a little different. I’m going to create a new mix CD every month and, if you want, you can send me a different mix to trade. At the end of every month I’m going to put together twelve songs that sort of encapsulate the month for me, either because I’ve been listening to them an awful lot, or have just discovered them, or whatever. That’s twelve songs, for twelve months, 144 songs altogether. I’ll post track listings as well, so you can decide if you’d like to trade for a specific mix…or you can decide you’d like to make a trade every month. It’s up to you.

Karen Healey:

My theory on Rob Liefeld is that he’s the last survivor of an alien race that was dedicated to radical body modification. Adopting the Earthling obsession with men = strong; women = sexy but possessed of surgical techniques beyond our imagination, they soon passed even the most ridiculous of Earth standards and into the realm of the grotesque.

They removed ribs and internal organs, enlarged their thighs, and lengthened their legs. Neck tendons were made permanently tense; all fatty tissue on the face was relocated to the pectorals; and every strand of hair was replaced with an artificial polymer so sharp it could cut molecules.

Sadly, in the craze to reach perfection, every viable uterus on the planet was removed and destroyed. Realising this ultimate folly too late, the survivors detonated megatonne warheads, rendering their world uninhabitable. Only Liefeld, who had hidden from the body-wracking insanity of the endtimes, escaped, in an insanely detailed and really cool-looking spaceship.

Liefeld’s entire body of work is a work of grief; an extended lament for his dead people, and a terrible warning to us all.

Ursula Le Guin:

The Harry Potter phenomenon, a fantasy aimed at sub-teenagers becoming a great best-seller among adults, confirmed that fantasy builds a two-way bridge across the generation gaps. Adults trying to explain their enthusiasm told me: “I haven’t read anything like that since I was ten!” And I think this was simply true. Discouraged by critical prejudice, rigid segregation of books by age and genre, and unconscious maturismo, many people literally hadn’t read any imaginative literature since childhood. Rapid, immense success made this book respectable, indeed obligatory, reading. So they read it, and rediscovered the pleasure of reading fantasy – which may be inferior only to the pleasure of rereading it.

Via Gwenda Bond and Remi.

Have you all been good little boys and girls? Some toys and games, then, for the holidays: