I've been away from the keyboard -- a difficult thing to put on the top shelf in my personal cosmology -- for the last week. It's been a nice, long time spent cross-legged on the floor, but all I have to show for it are a handful of pointless opinions and recollections:
Hansen's diet black cherry soda is every bit as good -- probably better -- than regular black cherry soda, but no extant soda holds a candle to Cragmont black cherry soda, which no longer exists, more's the pity. Going up into the Sequoias, Yosemite, Mount Lassen, or Mesa Verde, I always took an ice-cold six pack of Cragmont black cherry with me, and drinking it slowly, whether with companions or all alone, was always the high point of the trip. For the soda historians, in the 80s, Cragmont was bought out and rebranded "Shasta".
The Shasta jingle is one of my souvenirs of the 80s. I can't remember the Law of Cosines, my home phone number, or where in the parking lot I parked ten minutes ago, but I'll never forget
Don't want that same old cola that so-so soda I wanna rock-and-roll-a I wanna pop (pop pop pop) I wanna Shhhhhhhhhhasta ! I wanna taste pizzazz all the great taste Shasta has I wanna pop (pop pop pop) I wanna Shhhhhhhhhhasta !
It's funny how the mind works. Sometimes it's amazing it works at all.
The best album name of all time is Simple Minds' Glittering Prize.
The gem: I'm just passing through. The mantra of a high-school friend was, "The sky is pea green." This may become my mantra for the year.