James Lileks
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Notes On Christmas Music (Part 1)

Took me a while to track it down, but I found it.
This year I'll send it to my Dad, for his Christmas listening.
If it makes him feel old, I understand. You're only young once.
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Better Breakfast Month
This is Better Breakfast Month. I used to eat out a lot, and that meant Sunday breakfasts at the Uptown Diner, repasts the likes of which would tax the gullet of Diamond Jim - a puck of sausage, crisp bacon, hash browns, eggs, and French Toast as thick as a Tom Clancy novel, dusted with powdered sugar and drowned in maple syrup. It wasn't just an indulgence, it was practical: if you rubbed the hash browns on your chest, the grease made an excellent conducting gel when they slapped the paddles on your chest. If breakfast didn't end with someone shouting CLEAR and a cleansing jolt of electricity, it wasn't breakfast.















