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The oldest tradition

Writer's picture: Mike MallowMike Mallow

I consider myself an anti-traditionalist. That's not to say I don't believe in or enjoy tradition. It's just hard to keep up with annual observations when you reside outside the boundaries of observable time most days.


Translation: I forget... a lot.


One observation I do tend to make faithfully is the beginning of the last month of the year. By Dec. 1, I am ready to start things anew. Good riddance, current year, you have thoroughly worn out your welcome. Onward to new beginnings and such.


With the coming of December, I am often reminded of a song lyric. It is from a song by Vampire Weekend called Horchata. It is the opener to their 2010 album Contra. "In December, drinking Horchata," the song and album begins.


I've never really understood what the song was about. I thought it was about getting away to some place warm with the approach of winter, but Genius Lyrics seem to refute that. I thought the line about pincher crabs pinching your sandals was all the evidence one needed. A beach, obviously. But Genius says it is the way snow feels when you're walking in sandals. Who knows if that is the correct answer? Genius isn't all that smart, in my opinion.


But if you're into Horchata, now is the time. The only iteration I've ever had was in the form of a Rock Star Coffee drink, which wasn't very good.


Song: Horchta | Vampire Weekend

Best lyric: Here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten.

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