When one listens to the classickal musick station 18 hours or so per day during the holiday season, one begins to realize that there really isn’t all that much Christmas musick out there.

It still wants 11 days until Christmas and already the same selections are getting recycled three or four times per day.  That’s the kind of saturation that, over time, can induce the same twitch I picked up once from listening to the Talking Heads’ More Songs About Buildings And Food album over and over on a drive from Hilton Head to Lexington, Virginny because it was the only working cassette I had in the car.

(*Why shouldn’t “finity” be the noun form of “finite” if “infinity” serves in the same relationship to “infinite”?)