On my first day as a 21-year-old assistant editor at the music industry weekly Record World, co-owner Sid Parnes was unavailable for orientation. Like The Mary Tyler Moore Show's Lou Grant -- the cantankerous boss with a good mind and a good heart -- Sid kept a bottle of Scotch in his desk.
After endless months of being mired in gloom and doom, we now find ourselves just a few weeks away from Christmas, struggling to latch onto that spirit of joy, excitement, innocence, magic and hope we had as children.
"There's a great music scene in Austin, but if you really want to be seen by the right people and have the right opportunities, you need to be based in Los Angeles. Then again, because of the Internet, anything is possible from anywhere."
Just because the modern "War on Christmas" may not exist does not mean such a war never existed in America. The subject of Christmas was indeed at the heart of a previous bitter political dispute, but you've got to go pretty far back to find it. All the way back to the Puritans.
For those alienated by the Arcade Fire's win, it strangely feels like last year's public outcry about Obamacare. The whole package was met with a wariness that this was somehow too big and too Canadian.
Don't Fear the Boomers. Despite the scaremongers' attempts to incite generational war, people born between 1946 and 1964 are not going to destroy Social Security. But don't just take my word for it. Ask an actuary.
The World Cup 2010 has finally grabbed my partial attention, and made me upgrade soccer to a position just below American basketball, baseball, football and tennis, but just slightly above curling and ping pong.