Christmas Week -- Welcome to the last Christmas Week this blog will ever host. Actually, this might be the last Christmas Week any blog will ever host again. This time next year we might be giving each other gas masks and teaching ourselves old card games to pass the time between weapons inspections. I don't have a sweater picked out. Things like
Disco Noël may be either a distant memory or officially sanctioned by the state to play 24 hours a day, like when they tried to smoke out Noriega by playing
The Joshua Tree at full volume. But I'm determined not to let this year's Christmas bum me out. I'm not going to play war games when we don't even know what camp we'll be sent to next summer, or what equatorial country we'll be "temporarily" quarantined in. So many unanswered questions. Anyway, I'd pick something more in line with the national temperature, but Philip K. Dick didn't make a Christmas album. Here you go.
