I'm reading White Noise by Don DeLillo. It's set at a fictional university, and the popular culture department is described thus:
"The teaching staff was composed almost entirely of New York émigrés, smart, thuggish, movie-mad, trivia-crazed. They are here to decipher the natural language of their culture, to make a formal method of the shiny pleasures they'd known in their Europe-shadowed childhoods – an Aristotelianism of bubble gum wrappers and detergent jingles."
I think that last bit might end up under the blog title before long.
This is what I'm doing for the next few days:
Back Thursday. Check out Chasms of the Earth in the meantime. It's getting heated over there, and we're still only on Chapter 7.