It always amazes me how far we have come as a species, yet how primitive our collective perspective remains on food. Across 8 billion minds, we still somehow find it in our best interest to simply reduce food to two questions: "how much good stuff is in this?" and "how much fat and sugar?"
Van Halen's peculiar and particular request to be greeted with bowls of M&M's with the brown ones taken out, is notorious to say the least. I say notorious, as opposed to infamous, because for my entire life, it was this particular example that used to vilify and ridicule the kinds of gaudy, senseless excess enjoyed by celebrities in our time. No class, no empathy - I was told.
Sugar cookie sand. Sticky lemonade. Lollipop umbrellas. And those big bug-eye sunglasses. I love summer. I love it very, very much. For it is a special feeling to wake up from your nap and realize that the only worry on your mind is trapped in the plot of your little sun-faded book, distant and fantastic.