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this whole "lighting of the macy's great tree on top of yuppiepalooza-lite lenox mall" has always struck a southern grotesque-nouveau chord in me, something flannery would have written about if she was marisha pessl's age this year.



and watching monica kauffman whateverhernewlastnameis stumble over the name of a third day album, and then hearing their local-affiliated contempo-creed thuuurmmhurrrgghh-ing through an xmas song which sounds amazingly like a james blunt tune re-written to say "christ" a lot and not mean it as an expletive , as the thronging, hungry, huddled masses (screaming "me, me, me") wait for a fucking red light to come on inside a giant tree perched atop a shopping center to signal the start of spendathon06....

god, if it was possible for something to be MORE non-offensive, especially to the southern focus on the moneyfamily set, i think it would be wrapped in marshmallow-scented rabbits and pink fluffy unicorns.

and it would then involve youknowwho. he who must not be named on the high holy days:







also, why does no one ever invite leonard cohen to their holiday parties? he has a lot to say about jesus.

maybe they are afraid he'd bring his good buddy nick the stripper. who knows?