Mild winter thus far. A few icy days–especially when walking through BU’s campus wearing a hoodie and fashionable shoes–but my shoulders haven’t yet taken on that hunched-to-ears pose.

Before we start random chatter, a viewer email:

Micah-

Do you write for Jetcomx anymore? What the hell is going on with your head obsession? Quick: who’s on your playlist?

-Neil “Little Man”

Interesting nickname, Neil. I like it.

So yes, I write for Jetcomx, though it’s been a long time since I’ve posted a Throwback Thursdays article. I grew tired of my own snarky voice. I’m taking a break.

My head obsession is leftover from Gods. You might recall one Dr. Horatio J. Grimek, resting in a jar in the basement of a Prague monastery. I thought it would make a terrific prop if I made that head “real.” Or would it be hyper-real? Where’s a Baudrillard scholar when you need ‘em?

My playlist always changes. As of 12:25 p.m. on December 15th, I have the usual hipness-confirming eclectic mix (Echo and the Bunnymen, Danzig, Camille, VH [Roth era, always], Nas, and a scattering of KISS).

As for my TV playlist, we’re trying to watch “Lost.” Not as compelling as Battlestar, but maybe it gets better. And I have watched Oliver Stone’s “The Doors” at least ten times in the past few months. It’s hilarious, the “Showgirls” equivalent of a rock band flick. Those beautiful L.A. tones shot to perfection, the Wiccan rituals set to Carmina Burana…what more could one want from an instant cult classic?

How ’bout this: Marty McFly as Andy Warhol.