Stopped at KFC for supper tonight. They were playing mariachi music. I suppose that’s the new normal. Even in Kentucky.
I don’t like mixed metaphors in my dining, though. Of course, my regular Chinese buffet plays Classic Rock. The last time I went there, the hostess, for some reason, was asking me if I knew the names of the various songs that were played. (Probably because there was nobody else in the place.) I think she was trying to assimilate. I only knew one of them (“We Are Family” by the Pointer Sisters). I guess I need to assimilate myself.
I re-wrote my review of the film “Elling” for The American Culture blog. You can read it here, if you want mostly the same thing, with extra pretentiousness.
Finally, here’s Andrew Klavan’s latest “Klavan On Culture” video. I liked it.
That’s OK. I heard “Hotel California” more often in China than I have anywhere else I’ve ever lived. They love that song. (I suppose it probably would improve if you didn’t understand the words; but actually, I think I’d still hate it.)