I read today in the NYTimes that Warhol is hip this year. A marketing genius, all these years after his early death.
"'But Andy wasn’t pseudohip,' Mr. Doonan said. 'He is the primordial mulch from which all cool in Manhattan sprang.'"
Somehow, combined with the YahooNews that Weird Al is "kind of a pop culture icon at this point," it feels like our world may be folding in on its own mockery of itself.
And this all comes as I'm contemplating what an "alternative" Christmas Eve service might look like.
I think it should be not so original: same story as every year, same songs, candle light for "Silent Night," and communion. Just what it needs to be.
I do not mean to suggest that Weird Al and Andy Warhol will tell me how to worship, but maybe they're reminding me that there's something rich about repetition, about redoing old things.