A Slight Delay

It’s one thing to have a craving for something you shouldn’t have. Bad enough, for instance, when you’re trying to lose a few pounds and a craving for fetuccine Carbonara hits.* But that’s nothing next to having a craving for something you literally can’t have. I’ll never have my grandmother’s fried fish or potato pancakes again, for instance, but I have intense cravings for both at least once a month.

This comes to mind because tonight, from out of nowhere, I had a craving for an Orange Julius. I can’t figure out why; they had the same watered-down hint-of-fruit flavor that you get from, say, Gray’s Papaya. Not exactly the stuff of which nostalgia is made. But all of a sudden, I had to have an Orange Julius. (more…)

CAN: Anthology
Okay, unabashed geek time. I like progressive rock. Not all of it–you will never hear me debating the merits of Ozric Tentacles versus Spock’s Beard versus Dream Theater, for instance–but I will admit a soft spot for stuff from about 1968-78, in all its bombastic glory. Yes? Yes. King Crimson? Of course. Genesis, with or without Peter Gabriel? Natch. And throw in–among others–some Eno, 801, Roxy Music, Seru Giran… well, you get the picture.

But there’s a problem with a lot of Prog: it sounds too much like Whitney Houston. (more…)