inauguration of the pleasure dome.

Goodness, I think I'm falling for Leoš Janáček's Glagolitic Mass. And I am generally no fan of big clunky choirs in orchestral pieces.

Speaking of people falling for things, this is an interesting piece of scholarship on Hollywood's appropriation of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" as TV series signal music (telling you when it's time to be sad, happy, etc.).

Slate has a half-interesting piece this week on a failure to define what makes American food American.

Off the Broiler has a post about South City Kitchen, one of our favorite old Atlanta "dining-at-the-bar" hangouts.

And Holy Jesus, what gratuitous food porn over at Chuck Taggart from Looka!'s Flickr account.

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