For the first time since I started coming here, someone changed the channel from Fox News to CNN. I wonder what led to that move. It didn't happen until the extremely efficient but also slightly "off" barista with the early-morning shift -- someone who seems to me to be a manager -- had left. I like his manner, especially the way he talks up sleepy-minded customers. But he also declared that the Fox News ticker was reporting more details of the incident in which Barack Obama called Sarah Palin a pig.
Although the novelty of the music played over the café's speakers has worn off -- those XM playlists aren't that long, leading to eventual redundancy -- I have still gloried to here some favorite songs, among them the teenage Prince's "I Want To Be Your Lover" and, a few minutes ago, The Village People's "Y.M.C.A.," a song which always makes me unconscionably happy -- it was the first 45RPM I purchased for myself -- but has special meaning now, given what I'm teaching. Speaking of which, it's time to go talk about Sinclair Lewis's Babbitt in such a way that I make the 1920s communicate with the present as loudly as possible, the Valley of the Sun being ground zero for present-day Babbitry in the United States.