While the rest of you are having a blast in Las Vegas, I'm back here in Cleveland, working on Cyburbia and listening to public radio in the dining room.
Sunday is a mixed bag on the local NPR station. For a while, what is perhaps the most pretentious radio show ever to hit the airwaves is broadcast -- My Word, a BBC quiz show where the host and every guest speak in a posh old-school British upper class accent, answering pretentious questions about pretentious topics as if they were simple trivia questions.
"Now, a few delightful questions about mid-18th century Manx poetry."
"Oh, can't you do us the favor of something more challenging this time, old chap?"
A couple of shows later, it's the Canadian Storyteller Show. I can't think of the real title, but I call it the Canadian Storyteller Show because the host is extremely Canadian, and he's a pretty good storyteller. When I'm listening to it, it has its riveting moments. When it's in the background, it sounds something like ...
blah blah blah NOVA SCOTIA blah blah blah NEWFOUNDLAND blah blah blah ALBERTA blah blah NOVA SCOTIA blah blah blah PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND blah blah blah NOVA SCOTIA
After that, it's the moment of the day I dread. Hours and hours of Eastern European ethnic radio, featuring the music of several countries where accordions and polka music predominate.